Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25113070-20160306112250/@comment-5426290-20160511095954

The trapdoor arachne clawed at the knife-holding arm with her most forward legs, earning a few cuts which made her let out a few more screeches as she backed up and let the paralitic venom do its work.

With aid closeby Dunnel came to his senses, his war-trained mind snapping out the drowsiness. He stormed over like a boulder, bumping Alec off the couch and the couch together with the arachne a few meters away, showing the hole in the floorboards that was previously hidden under the couch. Dunnel grabbed a chair and held it like a weapon. "Away, back you little shit!"

While Dunnel kept the tiny terror at bay Percival hopped out of bed. "Crap, crap, crap, crap." He ran to Aled, hooked an arm under each shoulder and dragged him back to the bedroom. "You're so heavy, how much metal am I dragging here?!"