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(I know, but still, it's distracted, so my plan still works) |
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You rush one of the legs with a slash from over your shoulder. The blade lodges across the welt, sinking deep but sticking in the carapace on both sides. The leg jerks, tearing the sword free of your grip and sending you stumbling back. The sword holds firm in the wound it created.
The Apothecary throws another Fire Bottle, which breaks squarely across the spiders 'face', sending tongues of flame across the creatures eyes and mandibles, elliciting a pericing screech that sends the miners reeling. |
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Did any of the miners drop their weapons in the chaos, by any chance? |
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None nearby to you. On the other side, several of the miners are trying to regain their arms, though two lie still. |
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They're both spears that aren't being picked up by the fallen miners? |
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Correct. One of them is squarely underneath the spider, having been dislodged from a wound when the creature struck. The other is near one of the columns. |
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I'll slide under the spider to try and grab the spear underneath it, which I reckon I ought to try to use to impale it from underneath. It's a risky move, but if it works it should kill the beast. |
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You get a short run-up, and duck the severed leg as it flails, skidding across the floor up to the spear. You take it in hand, and unable to bring it fully vertical, stab at an angle into a seam in the creatures carapace. The spears glides through the thin armor, into the center of the creTures thorax. The creature rears, and the blade of the spear is broken off, leaving a shorts splinter of wood and the bottom edge of the metal mount, protruding from it's midsection.
Alas, you're now underfoot of a vety angry spider, with little more than a broomstick. |
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Drop the shard of the stick that I'm holding, and attempt to shove the part of the spear that's portruding as deep into the spider as possible with my hands. "Attack now!" I shout at everyone else as well, because I reckon that I'm providing an adequate distraction here for the rest of the group to help me kill the damned thing without it defending against them. |
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You take hold of the spike, and try to force it further, when the spider lunges towards one of the columns, beginning to climb with it's remaining good legs. The other miners push forward, chasing it up at spearpoint, while you hang from the shard. As it reaches the ceiling, upside down, you find yourself crouched on it's stomach, still gripping the shard. |
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Can I reach my sword from here? Also, how far is the drop? |
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You reckon it's about 15 meters to the floor from here.
The spider curls a pair of it's legs inward, trying to dislodge you. You are just inside it's reach, but one of the legs is the one your sword is still obstinately buried in.
You peak over the efge of the spider, and see the Apothecary hand a miner one of the bottles. Shortly after, you hear a crunch of glass, and tendrils of flame appear around the edges of the spider, from your view. The creatures shudders, shifting it's grip on the ceiling. |
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If I can grab it, I'll try to get a hold of my sword, dislodge it and then stab the spider yet again. If not, I'll hold on to the spider for my life, hoping that I don't fall to my death.
(I have to say, outside of D&D, this is the coolest fight scene I've done in years, and even including D&D one of the most intense.) |
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You take hold of the sword, and strain to pull it from the wound. The spider tries to withdraw it's leg, but the pain of you drawing the sword out saps it's strength, and all it can do it tug limply as you pull the sword free with a squelch. |
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I'm clearly weakening the beast. Now that I have my sword and, presumably, a good opening on it's belly where I tried to impale it earlier, I'll try to stab there. |
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The spearhead is still embedded in the would, so there's not much of an opening. |
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Well then, I'll stab somewhere else, I reckon. |
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You examine the spider briefly, figuring you could strike at the mandibles, or the welts on the underside of the creatures abdomen. |
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Hack at the mandibles like my life depends upon it (because it does). |
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You strike at the creatures face again and again, each cut taking a chunk from the mandibles, until the pincers have been reduced to shredded stumps.
In it's pain, the creature loses grip with the front two legs on your right, and you stumble, beginning to slide, before getting a foothold on the joint of one of the oegs, where it meets the thorax. You grab on to the spearhead with your free hand, for good measure.
You see the miners looking up , no attempts to disguise their outright awe. The Apothecary is holding back, so as not to hit you with one of the fire bottles. |
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(Did you expect/plan for us to end up in this position, or are you just as awed as I am?)
I'll attempt to climb back up the spider and continue hacking at what legs remain attached to the ceiling. I'll admit that this wasn't my original plan, but it seems to be working. |
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(I've been making this up as I go, so yeah.)
Using the spearhead as a handhol, you draw yourself up and strike at the legs above you. Slashing at the joints, you sever the two in the rear, and the spider rights itself, struggling to support it's weight. Now on level ground, you get a firm grip on the spearhead, and slash the last leg, the spider's front-right. It severs, and the floor drops out from under you, the spider left dangling by it's last two legs. You hang on to the spearhead, seeking a foothold. |
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I'll throw my sword at one of it's legs, hoping to get it to be holding on with just one leg (and therefore it'll lose it's balance and die). As soon as I throw the sword, I put as much strength as possible into pushing myself up with the spear-end, almost like a pullup, in the hopes that the spider will crash to the ground before I do and that this will save my life.
(https://youtu.be/wTC_1HRgbuo is a good resource on how to do it, if you're curious as to the viability of this particular technique.) |
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(Oh hey, I like Skallagrim)
The sword strikes one of the legs, leaving a large crack, though penetrating little, but it has the desired effect. Theleg is dislodged, and the last simply cannot hold the slider, and buckles. You haul yourself up as the spider falls, and it lands with a great boom and shattering of tiles. With a rattling of chainmail, you're tossed from the spider, shattering a pot near one of the columns. The corner of some object pokes into your back, pressing a lump of chaimail into your side. |
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(Assuming that I'm able to do so) I get up and look around for my sword. "So, do you think there are any more?" I ask. |
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