The dead bodies of the small spiders left behind littered the tunnel floor, twitching faintly as the last traces of life left them.
Leo stepped forward first, his sword still slick with dark, glistening fluid.
With the toe of his boot, he flipped one of the spider corpses over, inspecting the underside.
Then he crouched, pulling out a small dagger from his belt.
Galahad followed, already kneeling by another spider.
"Check the spinnerets," he said. "And the venom sacs. Those are usually the most valuable parts."
Cal and Bronn stood back at first, keeping an eye on the tunnel the rest of the swarm had escaped down. But after a moment, they relaxed and joined the grim work.
Noah and Arlo remained behind the group, watching with interest.
Leo spoke as he carved into the corpse with practiced ease. "These Bullet Spiders are quite the nasty little things. Those webs of theirs can punch a hole straight through a knight's helmet."
"Charming," Arlo muttered.
