Spittle

The Cave Worm swells and its middle section bulges into almost a sphere, then it unleashes a vomitous spray of yellow pus-like liquid, clotted like badly made custard.

The three Dragazons struck by this substance scream shrilly in agony as the material eats through them, with the acrid stink of strong acid.

Sir Fred, Lord of the Realm, paragon of chivalry- running from battle and leaving girls to a grisly fate?

1. That's equality. Enjoy it.
2. No knight can retreat.
3. No escape
4. A coward or a prisoner?
5. Run while he can

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