Belial’s directions drove him onward; concentration honed and focus pinpointed into different areas – the spiders themselves, and then the rest of the assembled team. Most of them were experienced, they wouldn’t have been aiming for the arachnids otherwise, but still, he kept one ear twitching back and forth in their direction, picking up on any moments, methods, or movements sure to send someone into an inauspicious nuance. Zuriel bid her own wiles elsewhere, waiting for the time she’d be needed.
As they all flickered into position, so did he – catching the foreign scents in the air, the sounds their quiet motions made as they slunk forward along edges of forest and plains. He ducked down beneath the cover of brush and nettles, the colors and hues of his coat blending into shadowy fixtures despite his immense size and bulk; taking a solid, stoic breath before he watched one of many legs begin to slide forward.
Only then did he launch, jaws locking onto its head, fire streamlining from his paws, as outcries rang out – signals to begin amidst a slew of nets, arrows, and incantations drifting and unfurling around them.
As they all flickered into position, so did he – catching the foreign scents in the air, the sounds their quiet motions made as they slunk forward along edges of forest and plains. He ducked down beneath the cover of brush and nettles, the colors and hues of his coat blending into shadowy fixtures despite his immense size and bulk; taking a solid, stoic breath before he watched one of many legs begin to slide forward.
Only then did he launch, jaws locking onto its head, fire streamlining from his paws, as outcries rang out – signals to begin amidst a slew of nets, arrows, and incantations drifting and unfurling around them.
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