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Spider wouldn’t give Quaritch a chance to hold his grip. Throwing limbs about, kicking off the ground and off of Quaritch to try and force himself apart. The man was like vines, every time he broke one another would appear. Spider hissed up a storm and nashed his teeth at him whenever an arm got too close to his face.
The construction suit came up, cinching at his neck as he was scruffed. They were pulled in the opposite direction of the buildings. The words of leaving registering a second later. Spider struggled harder.
“No! M’NOT-” He yelled through a muffle, kicking out and swinging wildly like a feral cat on a leash. A tornado in the eye of a storm. Finding a break in the scruffing to yell at him again.
“I’m not leaving without Jake! Let me go!” A final plead, “Please! He needs my help!”
"You're a little shit you know that?"
Breaking the grip he made a run for it. Darting away as fast as his little legs could carry him. Part of a fire exploded out from one of the fuel lines causing Spider to fall back to avoid getting licked by the flames.
Scrambling, he looked up to see Quaritch right there, towering over him. Still following him.
His eyes narrowed but when he was lifted again he wasn’t dragged in any direction.
“Come on!” he barked impatiently, breaking out in another run towards the cell.
Slowing his roll when he saw the empty destroyed cell. More gunfire, Spider broke into a run towards that. Keeping to the shadows, trying to stay out of sight.
He didn’t look back to see if Quaritch followed.
All he cared about was getting to Jake.
When he found him. His feet slowed to a stop. Watching the orange jumpsuit on his knees by the dead ikran sprawled out. Sa’ata had been gunned down. Neytiri’s limp body dragged from the carcass and pulled up into Jake’s arms to hold. His body shook but no sound came from him.
A discarded gun lay off to his side. Plenty of dead enemies around him but it was only a matter of time before more would come.
Jake wasn’t moving. Spider’s heart lurched.
He wasn’t leaving. So lost in his own grief he’d lost any fight he had left in him.
Spider ran to him. Throwing himself around his back to hug him tight. Use his body as a shield to protect him should more of the RDA or Mangkwan show up.
All while Quaritch looked on.
Caught between helping or ending it.
Not while his son was there. With a frustrated hiss in his throat, he pitched a call to Cupcake and jogged toward his Ikran. Flying her in close to Jake and the boy.
“Get the hell on. That’s an order.” He barked.