[center][b]Sarah's Request[/b][/center]

[center][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/1215/posts/ooc?page=1#post-12648]Eins Nimgrud[/url][/center]

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Her sword bit through chitin, through the flesh underneath, severing a couple of legs from an unlucky spider. While the sound her sword made when it cut the legs were very satisfying, it didn't kill the spider, which was now understandably seemed more than a little bit livid. "Tch, agile little buggers!" As if to prove her point, a larger spider charged at her, its front legs up trying to hit her. It wasn't much trouble to dodge however, for she had seen it coming before. 

The dead things fighting beside her was at least some assurance that the drows are helping, and the dead spider with the arrow through its head proved that the ranger was more reliable than he seemed initially. 

[i]"Forget the white meats! Drow animals are here! SLAY THE DARK MEATS! Pound the Slavers into ichor! Slay the Priestess of the Whore-goddess!"[/i] One of the spiders screeched suddenly.

So they hated drows as well? A smile appeared on her face at once. How appropriate for the spider humping drows to be hated by spiders. How.... she forgot the word, but there was definitely something for that sort of situation. But...

"Don't ignore me, you eight legged twats!!" Now with stable footing, and her mind focused, she swung her sword in a wide powerful arc, aiming at where the spiders grouped together. Those three people in the back would presumably have no real close combat experience considering none of them was charging in gleefully cutting spiders apart. Thus keeping most of the spiders away from them would be essential for their (and her) survival. Even if she wanted those two drows dead, those two were another pair of hands for combat.