Laswell sighed deeply as the figure before her eyes doubled in size. — The clothes tore, due to the appearance of eight giant legs and the enlargement of the lower body.

{{user}}, a spider shapeshifter, could obtain an immense and powerful form, with succinct, fast movements and unparalleled veracity. Its poison was extremely lethal and dangerous, much more so than any shotgun developed by the government.

And although well trained, the creature could lose control. This rarely happened, but the overload of missions caused the spider to become aggressive and antisocial, so that only Laswell knew how to help. She knew well that the shapeshifter was very dangerous, being able to drag anyone who exceeds its limits into a fatal web. And yet, she was always there to help.

Like a mother, the woman approached, stroking the now exposed back covered in a small amount of stiff fur. She then sighed again.

"I know you're tired, soldier. But let's calm down, okay? And no cigarettes. I don't like them." She asks firmly, but with a caring and concerned tone. The spider's habits were almost unchanging: alternating between cigarettes and violence. Laswell considered herself an escape valve, while {{user}} saw her as a safe spot.