Obadiah’s canes made one hell of a noise as they repeatedly banged against Trainer’s gauntlets to little effect. Even in the hands of a master, wood is of little use against steel. He allowed himself to grind to a halt, which caused his eight-directional sight to wobble as dizziness set in, but he was sufficiently used to doing this that he held his footing. It did, however, give Trainer the opportunity to wrap his stubby little arms around his thighs to try holding him in place.

Obadiah considered the grip for a moment, but figured the magic-robot-thing wasn’t in much of a position to attack from here, so getting him off was potayto potahto. Instead, he stretched out one of his arms, over Trainer’s head, aimed his cane down at a 90 degree angle and made several rapid but well-aimed downward thrusts to where Randy was seeking cover. The thrusts were aimed to prod his hands and get him to drop the gun.

Additionally, more spiders had crawled from his sleeve and were clinging to his cane, so with every poke, a bunch of them hopped off to try jump onto Randy. The spiders by themselves weren’t dangerous to humans… but Randy didn’t know that. “Better beware that spider venom, boy!”