The Taijitu hissed, its thin tongue dancing in front of his face, but only seemed to last an instant before it retracted in pain as Kael plunged his blade through the openings. After a piercing screech, it finally fell limp, and started to corrode, fading out of existence. The final Taijitu hissed in anger, then charged at the one who had killed its companion. It was dead set on getting its target.

The spider writhed out of control as it screeched, Fransesca slashing its eyes. One of the boulders had scratched it, now that the spider was in its path, ripping off part of the exoskeleton as Fransesca had hoped as it descended. The arachnid fell back, but caught itself as it landed on its web, and struggled to dodge the rest of the debris, all the while in pain from the rupture on its back. There was also the matter of the sword still lodged in the thorax, and some of its damaged eyes. In a rage, it scrambled up the cliffside, emerging from the crevice. If it could at least get one victim, and the smell of panic was thick in the air.