[center][b][color=00746b][h2]Arden[/h2][/color][/b]
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[center][h3] Kill the Spyder [/h3][/center][sub] Concerning:[@WeepingLiberty][@Rune_Alchemist][@Dark Light][/sub]


Arden found himself safe from the horrendous creatures movements when it suddenly let out a horrifying, ear shattering scream. A thing of nightmares. It echoed so loud and caught him by such surprise that it sent him staggering towards the floor. No sooner had the nauseating dizziness stopped, then the ground began to violently tremble. A confused panic struck Arden as he quickly looked around just in time to see large thorny vines sprout up from newly opened cracks and viciously entangle the giant monster. 
For a short moment he was simply awestruck by the sheer power of such a binding. 
Just a moment earlier before the thundering scream he had heard a sickening thud that left him assuming the worst, now he was relieved and found a slimmer of hope and confidence in the presence of such great magic. 

It took Arden a moment to get the torch down from its holder as he rushed at the task. With it in hand he looked back at the eye-less beast and the chaos ensuing. 
Eye-less. He suddenly felt very stupid as in his initial panic he had gotten ahead of himself. He couldn't blind something with no eyes...
Yet this was the only place so far with magical torches and if they weren't meant for the creature to see intruders then it was meant for the intruders to see the creature.
Did the monster sense movement or fear, maybe it was neither and just smell. Arden didn't really have the luxury of time to ponder such things, he needed to act.

With a bit of magic and a bit of force he sucked on his own tongue until a familiar taste abruptly swept his tastebuds, blood filled his mouth. He was no fire Mage like his master, who would have easily cooked this beast by now, but that didn't mean he hadn't learnt a few pyrokinetic tricks. 
Raising the flame of the torch to his lips, a huge fearsome fireball suddenly erupted from the other side. The dazzling bright flames radiated with a burning heat as they toiled and rolled over itself, rising up into the air but never extinguishing. There was no longer any fire on the torch as he had consumed it all for this large floating fiery orb. Within its core something darkened and took shape, some sort of blood-bird, as large as an eagle. The fiery creature was silent except for the rush of its flames. 

Within seconds the fire-ball bird began viscously swooping the spider monsters, leaving sizzling splashes of flame behind with every attack. Also with every attack the conjured creature slightly shrunk and the flames dulled as it left behind a part of itself. 
With the spider hindered by the binding Arden freely directed his pet to the most vulnerable spots he could find. Leg joints, open segments, it's underbelly. But it all seemed futile. The spider cared not of the little burns, but Arden's plan was not yet over. 

With a splinter from the torch he took the ash and marked his magic parchment, by now his fiery bird was but a dull glow. Arden's artwork finished just as the creature tore free one of its giant claws. He couldn't see what it was striking at but his work was complete. The bird, now no bigger than a bat, flew in front of an oncoming attack. Arden spat the last dribble of blood from his mouth onto the altered protection charm. 
Then something truly magical happened....

It would take a moment of aftermath to realise what Arden had done. The creature roared in true pain as the pieces fell together. What was once a defensive spell used to divert energy and force away from a blood source for protection now instead pinpointed that same force and energy at the very source it once protected. 
So as the monster struck Arden's blood familiar, the same blood on the parchment, the full force of that attack was spread out across every burning mark it had strategically placed on the creature. 
In one foul and viscous swoop it had attacked itself ten-fold.

However...

Arden could not rejoice in this wounding blow. He had done his best to differentiate the blood from his mouth with his own but the magic saw through it and some of the residual energy triggered within him. Suddenly shock and horror took his face as he was hit with the realisation of his failings. The whites of his eyes instantly splattered with red as the blood vessels there burst. The Crimson liquid trickled freely from his nose. His flesh went pale and clammy as one hand clutched at his chest and the other at the wall, failing to slow his stumbling fall.