Velus's Desperate Lunge

"I'm okay." Velus grunted. "It's just a scratch. Seriously."

"Humansss are wicked and humansss are ssly." the troll in the middle of the totem pole chanted as Velus picked himself up. "Humansss are weaklingsss and humansss must die!!"

The spider suddenly surged forward, extending much further out of the upper troll's mouth than seemed possible, still connected by a sort of umbilical cord. Velus and Eritrea were forced to fall back, desperately blocking the fierce stabs and slashes of its razor sharp legs.

"Eritrea, we've got to come up with some kind of plan here!" Velus said, as a slash came dangerously close to his face, the boy turning it aside at the last second.

"The trolls are the source of it." Eritrea cried. "If only we could reach them and cut them down, I'm sure it would die as well."

"Right! Cover me!"

With a thunderous roar of "ALLARIA!!" on his lips, the boy commander of the White Hand lunged forward again, slashing the spider legs aside and reaching the troll totem pole in an instant. He slid across the ground and between the bottom troll's legs, expertly driving his sword into the his groin and out the backside of the middle one. All three screamed in uncontrollable agony, and the totem pole fell apart, landing on top of Velus... who screamed as well, as their acidic green blood spurted all over him.

1. The spider-beast stumbles away and lies still as the trolls perish. Eritrea rushes to Velus' side.
2. The spider-beast is untroubled by the death of its hosts, and Eritrea soon finds herself in a true fix.

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