Boom!
Explosions flying over head, heat bearing down. Charred wood and bodies sizzling wherever you look.
The air permeates a pungent smell of burnt hair and cooked meat. Smoke billowing into the air, screams fading for none to hear.
Sweat slicking his brows, exhaustion plaguing his every muscle. His body battered, laceration across face, arms, back and chest. His legs not escaping untouched with bruises splotched up and down him.
Adrenaline, the last life line of all who still stand facing the large spider. Five minutes of gruelling slaughter, yet barely any harm to the monster.
Catching his breath on the floor Kyle looks at the sundered land riddled with corpses, half of his owls left alive, one dying every minute. The kobold and goblin forces doing even worse, a dozen or so goblins, the hobgoblin, mage and five other kobolds remain.
Once more rising to his feet he watches three goblins get flung backwards by the thin legs of the spider, yet the damage done to the goblins contrasts the frail looking limbs. Chests caved in as they knock over another pair of goblins.
Two kobolds stab at the eyes of the spider, their only plan, having already taken two of the eight.
Lunging forwards the freakish spider latches onto one as she fills his system full of poison.
From behind jumps a kobold attempting to mount the beast from behind, failing due the smooth skin of the beast. Although the attempt isn't without merits as the spider's spinnerets were mangled by the blows.
Releasing her prey from her mouth, she screeches in pain at a vital part of her body and lifestyle has just been maimed.
Owl leader swoops in, capitalising on the opening provided by the kobolds to sweep at an upper eye of the spider, claiming a third.
Weaving quickly between the spiders flailing legs and venomous fangs.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The mage provides cover fire from the front to ensure the large owl can retreat after a minor victory on their side, knowing the owl has more use in him.
Feeling useless the hobgoblin charges the beast with a rusted short sword he had taken from a dead goblin.
With all the attention on the mage and bird he has an easy time approaching the spider after stumbling over the spilt innards, dyeing his feet.
Swing his sword in a wide arc once more the hobgoblin makes contact with a leg, jolting the spider upwards slightly to expose its scarred underbelly.
Furious at the resistance shown at an easy meal the blood lusted spider lashes her leg unto the larger green peasant.
Unlike his smaller brethren such a strike isn't enough to claim his life, although it has bent his arm at a grotesque angle.
Feeling under equipped with his rock and wooden club he picked up Kyle wobbles his way over to the dropped great-sword of the hobgoblin, struggling to lift it due to fatigue.
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With a proper weapon in hand Kyle waits for an opportunity to open before making a final charge at the arachnid.
As if on cue his remaining owls swoop the common enemy.
Lacking a capability to effectively hurt the birds the spider resorts to aimlessly flailing her legs and knocking the birds down.
Wings shattered and lungs caved in another three owls crash down onto the ground, joining the mosaic of corpses.
Charging the beast Kyle ducks under her leg closing the distance to her vital organs and get a clean slash, cleaving into her sternum slightly.
With her legs still flailing in the air the arachnid has little to no defender against the ground led foes. Deciding to eradicate then first she lowers her legs to attack.
Being the closest Kyle receives the first attack if it could even be called that. As he clashes his sword with a long leg lowering above him, forgetting the height of the sword, tripping him.
Seeing the cursed being fallen at her feet with all strength having left his body she approaches with a sinister glee radiating off her.
Intending to give him a truly horrific death she approaches halting once directly atop him, her fangs dripping as she laments her spinnerets having been damaged.
Feeling the cold fear of death washing over him Kyle's body goes limp involuntarily. Fearing for his life he tries to call for his owls, but his voice chocks in his throat.
Nonetheless heading his command the remaining three owls dive the spiders back pecking and clawing at her back and eyes.
Struggling through the pain she plans to inflict the pain done unto her a million fold to this horrid being who maimed her and destroyed her life.
'No no no no, why me? I don't want this to be how I die. Not to some fucking spider, not like this!' his voice cracking even in his own head.
With all remaking strength he can muster Kyle thrusts his sword up aiming for the scarring he can see on her underbelly, hoping it is a soft spot.
Squick
"Hoot!"
A sickening squelch echoes as the sword pierced her sternum.
Standing above Kyle, his night in shineing armour a thought to be dead owl who had her wing crippled by the spider moments ago, her neck snapped and torn out.
Having her body pierced through like a kebab the spiders body goes limp, collapsing and retracting in on itself.
Abandoning the hobgoblin sword to crawl out from below Kyle finds his hands torn open, blood leaking.
Upon standing up he sees his remaining three owls, the largest, the white youngling and a third with a bloodied eye.
The youngling nudges the owl who sacrificed herself to save Kyle before letting out a mournful chirp.
But the moment is cut short as another explosion resounds behind them.
Mere moments after the spider dies the mage had fired another blast at the remaining goblins killing most of them.
As if nothing had happened the battle continues between these two fierce rivals.