“To feed that thing, this tunnel must get quite a bit of use,” declared Saeth irreverently as the beast approached. She threw a dagger toward it, hoping to drive it back with a show of fight, and drew two others, bracing herself for the collision should it come onward.
At the sight of the giant spider, Feldard moved ahead of the Elf, even as she braced herself for it. His shorter size and more compact weapon made him the better choice for facing the beast. It would be a tight battle but he should be able to manage.
Nicolai put his sword away, and moved towards the back of the group to draw bow and arrow.
From behind the party Miklos only noticed something was up when Nicolai, a little ahead of Maruc started scrabbling for his bow. He couldn’t see past the others. So unsure of what was happening he pulled his staff out in case something broke through he glanced back to ensure nothing was coming from behind. He couldn’t prepare a spell as he knew nothing of the nature of the enemy. “What’s happening Maruc?”
Maruc was taller than Nicolai so could make out the movement ahead. It was too dark to determine what it was. “We are attacked Miklos!”
Either way he guessed that someone soon would require the protection of Halav. “Excuse me, Nicolai. Thank you.” Ensuring he allowed his friend enough room to fire Maruc edged forward shield in hand. He started to run the litanies of healing through his mind in preparation for swift casting.
“Is it of the undead?” Miklos tried to keep the waver out of his voice.
“I think not, you magical slumber spell might prove effective. I can see webs. You have the lantern though.” Maruc added dryly
Miklos looked at the lantern and shook his head. He shone the light forward. He took in the webs, Maruc was right, but he had no line of sight. “I could stop it but everyone is in the way. Beware, it may be poisonous.”
“You are full of good news Mage.” Maruc said grimly.
The spider had charged out of its lair, moving quickly towards the tasty, dwarven morsel. Saeth’s dagger and Nicolai’s arrow both missed the speedy arachnid. The heavily armored dwarf proved to be a tougher meal than the spider had bargained for. Feldard swung down with his battle axe—his axe blade scraping harshly against the top of the tunnel roof at the apex of his swing. Bug guts shot forth from underneath its cracked exoskeleton as the dwarf’s weapon gravely wounded it.
As quickly as the creature had charged out, Dentiata’s pet fled back into the deep webbing of its lair and out of the range of the group.