While the spider kept scuttling backwards the two orcs kept their pursuit. Fastest chase in all the land, cautious steps forward with defensive scuttles backwards. But the spider hit a wall, literally, and had lowered itself enough to get into melee range while trying to avoid physical and magical projectiles. The unnamed one kicked Grunthor's sharp stone back to him, which was tossed up into his empty hand with a flick of his toes. Practiced ease from being to lazy to bend down and pick up his washcloth in the human world.

[color=red]"Fine, but watch my back. I'm not in the mood to be lunch."[/color] He replied as he darted in. The spiked club drawn back before coming forward in a hard swing towards the spiders legs. Damn things were as big as a king crabs back home but significantly less spiky. He had taken note of the form off to the side, but it wasn't his priority. Grounding and pummeling the spider was his main priority right now.