But apparently I didn't move fast enough.

The Counselor had dodged Gretchen's fire, too, and almost stood on top of me. Both his hands flashed inside his dark suit, and they reappeared covered with something black, sand-like, and...moving.

Spiders?

If I could bottle my luck, I would have an empty, useless bottle to smash over my own head.

His mouth curled in a sneer, and he shot the spiders at both of us. They spiraled through the air toward our heads ...