YSS Eucharis - Crawl Space
Sienna was scrambling through the tight squeeze as fast as she was able. Her forehead, shoulders, and elbows repeatedly bumped into protruding bolts and edges, but she didn't let it slow her down. She could hear one of them behind her.
She recognized Natsumi's voice, but she wasn't falling for it. Now she understood why the Neko had been so eager to earn her trust. Had adrenaline and unadulterated, animal survival instinct not been driving her, she might have otherwise felt insulted that the Yamataians would think she'd be that gullible.
She dared not even look back. If they caught her, she'd wind up as a husk for one of those squids. The very inkling of the thought of one of their worms chewing its way through her flesh, burrowing deep inside of her, forcing her conscious mind to submit...
Her teeth clamped down harder on her knife blade as she continued to scramble away from Natsumi, aware of her surroundings almost entirely on reflex and instinct. She moved, thought, breathed more as an animal than a human.
She slithered just past a spot in the conduit that was clear of cables and hoses, one grated with slits that gave her a glimpse into a cramped-looking area filled with hydraulics and hoses that fell away to the familiar, eerie blue light from the dreamworld outside. The landing struts.
Without thinking, she squirmed past them until her waist was just beyond it, turned on her side, and grabbed onto a pair of cables just above her head. Clenching the knife even harder between her teeth, she drove her knee twice into the grating as hard as she could muster. Rabid, feral grunts burst out of her throat with each blow. The third time her knee slammed loudly into the grate, it yielded, flying open with a resounding bang.
No time to lose. Natsumi was almost on top of her. Without missing a beat, she stomped down as hard as she could without being able to see how close she was, aiming either to knock the Neko out cold with a brutal boot to her face or scare her back for a precious fraction of a second.
Without waiting for the results of her defensive attack to register, and using her makeshift handholds as support, she swung her legs out through the grate, propelling herself into the landing strut housing.