[color=39b54a]"They'll kill all of you!"[/color] Slade gurgled, bloody foam painting his lips and scruffy cheeks as he rolled limply in the muddy loam, his eyes rolling to stare wildly at the approaching Ettercaps. [color=39b54a]"I can tell you how to beat them but you have to save her! Watch out for their..."[/color] But in the next moment Bula promptly murdered the only person present who had experience battling the spiderlike creatures. Slade died noisily, twitching and thrashing around until he was finally still, his lifeblood dark where it soaked into the equally dark ground.

By now, two more Ettercaps had joined the first, moving with insectlike precision out of the dilapidated ruins of the old lodge. They had cruel talons on the ends of their limbs and sticky-wet mandibles that looked sharp and hard enough to damage armour. They walked in a hunched sort of way, almost seeming weighted down by layers of spiderwebs on their backs. As they got even closer, the orc sisters would be able to see thousands of spiders, everything from tiny pinhead-sized things to furry tarantulas as big as Bula's face, crawling around on the chitinous skins of their massive keepers.

The little girl scrambled back into the brush, disappearing from view. And inside the house the womanly scream of terror became an anguished wail of unspeakable agony before it was cut short.

As they drew closer, moving slowly but steadily, they began to make a wheezing, hissing noise that was as otherwordly and inhuman as it was threatening. The nearest one kept its eyes on Bula as it stabbed its talons with a sickening [i]Schlick-schlack[/i] into Slade's body, and reversed direction, dragging his corpse backwards.

The second one lifted its arms and lurched towards Bula, and the monster hunter would be able to feel the wind off the rapidly-moving claw.