To the centipede's senses, the human wedged above was no different from a cold, dead rock.
The Layer 3 beast swept its head back and forth twice more, finding nothing above. Slowly, cautiously, it began writhing forward, its heavy tail dragged along the stone floor right beneath Sol's position.
Sol chose that exact fraction of a second to release his grip.
FWHOOSH!
He dropped straight down.
However, this Layer 3 cave dweller was a monster born and bred in the absolute darkness of the subterranean depths. Even without a thermal signature or spiritual footprint, the subtle, microscopic displacement of air pressure caused by a two-hundred-pound human body falling thirty feet was enough to trigger its evolutionary survival instincts!
The moment Sol dropped from the ceiling, the subtle shift in air pressure triggered the centipede's hyper-sensitive tail-bristles!
The beast didn't try to look up. It didn't try to verify the threat.
WHIP!
