As a single unit they ran at the spiders. Stare held her breath, glancing back to Vitruvion, who was doing the same as before and looking like he was idely watching. This time though he seemed to be more focused and she could swear she saw an absent finger or two being flicked. At the same time as one of these she noticed a spider slip up on one of its legs and she knew then it was him.
These spiders were short work. As a single unit the guards rushed together, the finest fighters that Raevin could train and had. Mercenaries, trained both for the Hollow as guards and for genuine hire. Ultimately, however, it was known that they owed their loyalty to Vitruvion. The man who paid them to be trained, gave them homes and shelter, offered them that chance to change their life, should they want it. Anytime they could leave his employ.
They charged and they felled. Stare kept watching Vitruvion, and saw more of the minor movements that signalled the throw of another spider leg, or the lesser warned blinding of an eye. At one point he tilted his head to her and slightly smiled, knowing what she was thinking, that he could finish the spiders off with a single click of his fingers if he wanted to. The smile told her that he could, but he wouldn't.
A single spider broke from the ranks and suddenly rushed them. Vitruvion frowned as if he had not been expecting it and actually paused in his thinking. Stare, however, was more eager than anyone and rushed forwards to savagely gain hold of one of the eight eyes of the beast. It was too easy, all too easy. Savagely she stunned it with a wave of hatred overtaking her body, then sent necrosis beginning to spread thickly over its face. Next, with it occupied, she rushed forwards and began to stab out with her knife and gauntlet, using her speed to launch onto its back. Quickly she took it for granted, hissing as she slid her mythril and titanium deeper and deeper into its body. Still it shrieked, trying to toss her off, and she had to hold onto the hilt of her dagger buried within.
Click. Suddenly the neck of the thing jerked around, hard. It made a heavy sound as it crashed to the ground, twitching. Dead. Legs were splayed, eyes still with necrosis burning through them, and it was beginning to roll.
Dragging her knife out she hissed but jumped off the corpse as it instinctively curled around, legs springing inwards and flipping onto its back. She landed in a fit of irritation, her claws gripping the dirt with expert reflexes before she glanced up at the one who she knew had mad the neck break.
Glaring, she muttered. "I could have finished it on my own."
"And as you have so rightly deduced I could finish every single one of them," he murmured quietly back. "But I won't. Because they deserve their display of strength."
