It approached them slowly, its legs build to move along loose soil, not the hardened floors of the institute, but it could sense them. Its pincers smelled the air, smelling the young and warm flesh that seemed to have stopped in front of it. It stopped briefly itself as the light shined directly on it, then began moving forward at a faster pace.

It was still slow, easily slower than a human could sprint, but it would be upon them soon. Then it wouldn't matter.