[As always, he's completely ignored. Black Hat glowers as the thing stretches, having half a mind to set it alight if he didn't already know that was wholly ineffective. One of its spikes reaches Flug, and passes through his body as if it weren't there. Then another, and another, and suddenly the majority of the shape is moving through the arachne, as if it had simply shifted to be there.
And then it stops.
Black Hat folds his arms and gives it an almighty death glare.]
What are you up to, you little vermin? Give him a little push? You can't push anything around, you know.
[He knows it's pointless to address the thing - it never responds, not in any intelligible way. But snapping at it gives him something to be angry at aside from himself or a soulless husk for now.]
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And then it stops.
Black Hat folds his arms and gives it an almighty death glare.]
What are you up to, you little vermin? Give him a little push? You can't push anything around, you know.
[He knows it's pointless to address the thing - it never responds, not in any intelligible way. But snapping at it gives him something to be angry at aside from himself or a soulless husk for now.]