The speeding turtle shell indeed crashed into the blob of spiders that were left in Obadiah’s wake, sending them scattering in all directions, like pulp flying from a crushed watermelon. No matter though, there is no short supply of spiders in Spiderspace.

The grasshopper was fast and tiny, but Obadiah’s many beady eyes managed to lock onto her anyways. He would be a scrub of a swordsman and a scrub of a spider to lose sight of his foe so easily. But attacking something so small and fast was difficult even for him, and missing would leave him open to a counter-attack. For now, he opted on a defensive manoeuvre. He slammed one of his canes down on the ground, aiming for the grasshopper but not particularly expecting to hit her, and jumped, using his momentum and the leverage of his cane to transition into a somersault, leaving Re'Chrid to fruitlessly charge into the empty space where his feet used to be.

He landed eight feet from where he took off and immediately turned to face Re'Chrid again. “I ain’t some feeble old man, you kn-” he said, before being interrupted by another burst of bullets that knocked his hat off again as well as landing a few glancing hits on his shoulder and upper arm, cracking the carapace. He stumbled a step back in surprise as he turned to face the offender, his bulbous eyes narrowing as if to say [i]shit just got real[/i].

Evidently, this gangster kid took precedence. Without further chattering for once, he took off sprinting in Randy and Trainer’s direction, going much faster than one might expect from his appearance. He charged in a curved path to end up at their flank instead of going straight for them, in order to make himself a harder target for Randy’s gun. If not interrupted, he would launch into a top-like spinning attack, rotating rapidly around his axis with his two canes pointed outward as he continued forward, in order to whack anyone who found themselves in his path.