"You've gotta be kidding me." I drew the bow and fired. The monster ignored me. I might as well have shot a peashooter at it. Isaac took the words from our mouths:
"What the FUCK is that?" Seras spoke up.
"Good question, thought you might know since this is where you came from and all." I interrupted them by shushing them as quietly as i could, then pointed to its milky, glazed eyes. It was blind. But what it lacked there it definitely made up for in its other senses, slowly honing in on us using our voices and the vibrations from our shifting feet. I signaled to them to move down the hallway to our right, and fast. None of us needed hesitation, taking off down the hall, me pausing for a moment partway down the hall. Sure enough, it chased us, screeching and scrabbling madly as it charged for us on its combination of legs. It had no regard for the ship, smashing into walls as it chased us down the hall. Here's where my little pause comes into play. I was forming a bomb of sorts in my hand while with the other i had signaled to them to move. I split the thing in two and placed them where i stopped, having made them to where the energy mines (go with it) would detonate when something stepped on them, in this case huge,fat and ugly in pursuit. The shockwave nearly took us off our feet, and we had rounded a corner and kept moving.
"How much power'd you put in those things?" Isaac exclaimed.
"Better too much than not-" The screech of pained rage from below us rattled the whole ship.
"Enough..." There was a screech as distant metal was torn apart, and another enraged screech quickly faded. We ventured to the massive hole the mines made, taking nearly half the hallway. We looked down, and saw why we didn't hear anymore noises. The weight of the beast plus its momentum had ripped through the bottom of the ship, which somehow sealed off the vacuum area afterwards, sending it into the depths of dark space.
"I haven't seen that big of damage since the last time Master was really bored." I chuckled, ruffling Seras' hair.
"We should be OK for now, right?" I turned to Isaac, whose body language didn't bode well. He didn't need to speak: I could already hear the growling and screeching of our new, enraged enemy.