Not expecting Hernane’s sudden collapse, Miklos was completely unprepared as the creature darted here and there right in front of him. In shock he jumped back, saw Hasan, tried to miss him, and stumbled onto the unyielding floor. “Agh!”
‘Curses!” cried the priest casting his flail and shield aside. He leapt across the melee narrowly avoiding the arrow that sped from Hasan’s bow. He waited a second for Feldard to attract the spiders attention again then grabbed Hernane by the feet and dragged her unceremoniously from the fight into the cavern. He knew without checking that fresh posion had cramped her muscles. “There’s not a lot I can do for you at the moment my dear,” he said and glanced up at Stephan and Feldard desperately evading the creatures envenomed fangs and unnerving dexterity. “I shall return.” He got up and retrieved his weapon and shield.
Miklos picked himself up, rubbing his back. His dignity in taters, not for the first time nor the last, he thought ruefully. This spider was being remarkably resistant! Suddenly there was an ear splitting screech as Feldards mage-wrought battle axe found some weakness in its thick skin. This fight would not last forever and Miklos knew he must be ready to ensnare the orcs. He held aloft his own lightstone to count the group of orcs behind. At least seven prehaps more.
No use taking risks, these orcs might speak common. “Prince Hasan.” Miklos used his elven dialect. “I shall allow two orcs to enter the cavern and engage Feldard and Stephan. I shall cast my enchanted web to the centre and rear of the orc battle group rooting the web across to mouth of the tunnel to capture as many as possible.”
Feldard heard Hernane’s cry, saw her fall and instantly felt that same berserker rage as earlier. He bellowed out an incomprehensible challenge to the 8 legged beast and with an upswing went for the spiders underbelly. He didn’t pause even a second to see if his attack landed true; he pulled his axe again and this time swung for its head; then a downward arc to its leg. Again and again, Feldard battered at the venomous creature that had felled his betrothed. He spared not a moments thought for the orcs which were behind the spider, his red tinged vision was focused on solely one goal. Killing that spider.
Hoping to use the spider to eliminate at least some of the orcs before having to slay the creature, Stephan cried. “My friends when the beast is slain let them come to us!” Hopefully they would see the sense in the poor footing that the corpse of a spider would offer their attackers.
Desperately, Stephan again tried to spread more fire from the oil of the lantern or other torches to drive the spider back to the orcs. “Let it work to our advantage!”, he bellowed. “Make the beast eat orc meat! Drive it back!”
The dwarf of course, wasn’t even listening. He swung his blade into the shroud spider’s hide just as it sunk its bite into the warrior. The dwarf succumbed to the same fate that befell his betrothed, collapsing to the floor.
However, the spider was gravely hurt and let out a tremendous shriek. The orcs were stunned at the sound of their godhead’s pain, and momentarily stopped their cantillations. Seeing an opening, the wounded beast charged through their ranks with blinding speed and skittered out of the chamber.