Upon impact with the flailing underbelly of the spider, the wounded creature quite literally exploded into a shitstorm of green mush and flailing brown worms. The spray had been radial, covering the lobby in all directions and thoroughly drenching whatever any resident might have seen. Those who had taken cover behind the desk were spared the worst, having had the proper protection, but everybody else hadn't been too lucky.
Giovenith had been blown backward upon the explosion, and slowly peeled herself off the ground, leaving a humanoid-shape clean spot left on the floor like a horrid gingerbread man. She was covered in head to toe, but considering how gross Pearlelei's dragons could get (they vomited pearls, for heaven's sake), she wasn't all that shaken over it.
"We did it!" she cheered happily, waving a sloppy arm victoriously. "Is everyone okay?"
Everyone was alright, but from this experience alone, Willow had decided then and there that he forever hated guns.
"Friggin' Cerberus' nasty surprises!" the pony swore viciously, rubbing his ears in his extreme irritation. What was that?! That wasn't a hand weapon, that was a cannon! Who made cannons you could just carry around and shoot like a bow and arrow? What a stupid idea! At least the spider was dead, but sweet Celestia, what overkill!
