>>6088212With a deft throw a clod of spores and muck and debris splash into ten of the thirty eyes (OR MORE) of the scuttling, skittering Spitespider and it SCREEESSSS with a piercing shrill that rattles the ribs in Everetts chest and then comes forward, claws and talons and legs and manipulators like a whirlwind of murder - rocks scatter, the ground is torn up, Everett throws himself away, backpedalling, backpedalling further, spinning away and the beast is so very close to simply cutting off Everett's leg!!!
Sheer *fortune* means it slams one of its sides against a rooty, rocky outcropping first and the claws come up short, the Spitespider not turned the right way to bolt through the opening in the roots . . . but this is its lair! It won't be impeded here forever!
And it has your *scent* now, little fleshthing. Poke out its eyes. Rip them out. Scar them. Blind them. Gouge them. No matter.
It will keep coming.
>Subject Everett can take another turn. If they want. 