Slash! Slash! Slash!
The [Howling Spider] lunged again and again, its monstrous limbs slamming down toward Sam with ferocity, but each attack was met with steel.
Calmly, without blinking, Sam deflected every strike.
His sword moved like a blur, redirecting the crushing blows with precision that almost seemed inhuman.
"What the hell's going on?"
"Who even is this guy? He's actually fighting that thing… alone?"
"Shouldn't we be running? Is he insane or—?"
Slash! Slash! Slash!
Sam moved again, dancing through the spider's flurry of strikes.
His face remained as blank as ever, not a flicker of tension.
He shifted his weight and spun with fluid ease, carving through one of the spider's legs in a clean arc.
The limb dropped with a sickening crunch, and the monster staggered slightly, its stance thrown off.
Then, without warning, the spider tilted its head back.
Its jaw unhinged, and a torrent of glowing, purple venom built up in its throat.
