The Archivist created a thick web between his lower hands and scuttled ever closer. His foe was strongly against such action, apparently, as the little wretch moved his bazooka into firing position. The Akarid launched his web like a spear, even as the rocket was loosed from the weapon with a berating cry.

“How droll.” The Archivist muttered watching his net-like web collide with the rocket in mid-air. It wrapped around the projectile and exploded, far closer to his demonic foe than the spider himself. However, when the dust cleared the little demon’s vision would be no more clear, as the Archivist had activated his cloaking and dashed forward, in the confusion becoming nigh on invisible as he closed the distance between he and his little foe far faster than the demon’s backpedalling could extend it. If a crater was left by the explosion the Akaraid would nimbly skirt around it, or jump over it, whichever was quicker and more efficient.

It would take less than five seconds for him to reach striking distance, running at top speed, and when he did both of his right hands would stretch outwards with lethal precision, aiming to stab the little demon child in the neck and upper chest respectively with poisonous claws. The cloaking would deactivate regardless after his attack was made, to save the energy of the data-pad. However, the Archivists great strength and momentum hoped to serve him in a head-on collision. Where once his claws were set he could lift his hand (for he struck palm upwards) and launch his foe skyward for additional harm.