The marten was already midway through turning around when he spoke up, having gleaned that something must be behind her from the way the feline had leaned forward to look past her. Not that she didn't trust him to warn her of danger, but the male was rather inexperienced and might not recognize something dangerous when he saw it. As such she already had her machete in her paw raised up defensively when she turned, the lantern skipping slightly off the stones as she hastily lowered it to pull free one of the tomahawks from her belt. 

It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, and in that time the slug-like creatures managed to move forward till they were only several yards away. The mass of creatures continued to advance from the darkness of the tunnel. Voska paused, considering the ramifications of cutting her way through them, then decided against it. She sheathed the tomahawk and picked the lantern back up, slowly edging back away from the advancing slugs. They left a trail of sticky slime along the walls and floor behind them, which had started to smoke a little, creating a slight haze in the tunnel behind the front line of the creatures.

 "I have no idea what they are." She spoke up, eyes picking out each mass in the dark. "I do know that I don't have enough bullets." She added.

One of the creatures along the floor rose up at the sound of her voice, revealing a lighter colored underside and a dozen spiny appendages a few inches in length running down either side of its fat body. It had a thin, lip-less mouth near the front that dribbled more of the slimy substance. The creature's mouth shifted slightly, and it spit a glob of clear-viscous goo several feet outward, landing off to one side of the pair, which began to smoke against the stone on the cavern. The splattering noise the goo amde on impact cuased several of the creatures on the ceiling to drop down and begin spitting in their direction as well.

Voska made a face when the creature rose up, one which contorted with further disgust when it spit at her. She also began to turn a slight shade of green, and it took a large amount off willpower not to un-shoulder her rifle to rid the world of the hideous little things. However, she became preoccupied backtracking when the slugs began to open fire, which just made her look more and more ill. "Go..." She hissed, waving a paw at the feline. She stumbled a few more steps before her stomach contracted and she made a gagging sound, though she never fully stopped moving. She didn't know what that disgusting slime would do if it hit them, but she could guess it wasn't good. Even if it was.... just no.