[ The monster is dragging him toward its mouth fast, and Peter has a second to think, That is way too many goddamn teeth, before he realizes what's happening. He tries to pull his legs free or at least set off his rocket boots to shoot himself away, but the grip is too tight and of course the trigger is covered by the creature's grip. In his mind is a running tirade of I'm gonna get fucking eaten, this is it, this is how I die, this fucking sucks, goodbye world, so he nearly misses when Abbie shouts for him. He looks back at her, and he has just enough time to cover his head with his arms when she fires.
When she hits her mark, the creature bellows and loosens its grip, giving Peter just enough space to trigger the mechanism for his jet boots, and he shoots away, back toward Abbie. His helmet and shoulders takes the brunt of the hit when he slams into the podium, but he's immediately back on his feet -- a tad unsteady, but it'll have to do. ]
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When she hits her mark, the creature bellows and loosens its grip, giving Peter just enough space to trigger the mechanism for his jet boots, and he shoots away, back toward Abbie. His helmet and shoulders takes the brunt of the hit when he slams into the podium, but he's immediately back on his feet -- a tad unsteady, but it'll have to do. ]
Ooookay, time to go!