“The spidermind screeched and skittered, joyously engulfed in bright white flames, like one of Weem’s monks protesting the war in Kerfiristan by immolating himself with burning gasoline.
I watched for several minutes, keeping low as the last of the spiderminds’ ammo exploded,  bursting off in all directions. Mobility only lasted half a minute, then the intense heat melted the crystal canopy, turning the truck-sized brain into a crispy critter in a matter of seconds. It took longer for the metal body to liquefy, even longer for the whole mass to bubble through the melted deck plates. At last there was nothing left of the dreaded spidermind but a smoking crater…”Get used to it”