บท 228: Servant of the Axe - Fear the Tarantula

Chapter Type: Character Development

"Hiyah!" Tarantula cried, "Flurry of Blows!"

"Gyaa!" I cried, or something similar.

Her spear-work wasn't any BETTER, but it was FAST.  It was like there were blur-spears.  They were all attacking me from her direction, but it was impossible to catch them all on my shield.

[You have suffered three blows for eight damage each; after armor, you have received six damage.  18/40 health remain.]

"Okay, that's half." I said.  "HALF!"

She paused her spear with the tip just barely touching my shield.  "You're so SLOW.  How have Assassins and Executioners not depopulated the world yet?"

I put my shield away; it needed repairs about as badly as I did.  I plopped down to forest floor, pulling my canteen off my belt.  Passing just close enough, she swiped the canteen out of my hand with Remote Pickpocket.

She took a gulp, and then tossed it back to me.  "Thanks."