Snippet #906967

Alexandria ran directly at her foe, aquiring a roar out of sheer guts as she charged the arachnid woman. She was ready to strike, alongside of her berserker ally...when all of a sudden, her foe turned to her, almost instantly, and snatched her up within her tight spiderlike vice. Alex squirmed under this grip, barely able to move herself. "L-let go of me, you...you fou-" Her sentence was cut short by the huge walloping "Smack" that sounded as her roped ball smashed into her back, filling the air with the sounds of bone cracking. She was then almost launched away from the half-spider, and hit the ground, which certainly didn't help her new broken bones. She screamed, her hands writhing, and dropping her own weapon mid-air. It clattered away somewhere....she couldn't tell well. She was in too much pain to care right at that moment.... She wanted to roll on the ground, and hold her ribs, the pain jabbed and speared within her...she was more than sure her ribs had been broken...and her lung probably had been speared by her own bones....

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she lay there on the ground. Something ran through her...adreniline, most likely.... She felt the daggers of her wounds numb untill she could feel them as pinpricks... She couldn't die like this...she just couldn't....She had to do something....But what? He weapon was who knew where.... Out of sheer will she forced herself to roll over....and she saw it. Not her weapon...but a weapon that she could use... An orcish cleaver sword.... Her arm reached out, and the ground in front of her ...and mustering her strength, she pulled herself towards the blade. Arm after arm, handful of dirt after handful of dirt, she was going to make it to this blade.... And she was going to give that spider harlot something for...

She finally reached the blade, her fingers wraping around the crude leather handle. And the weapon was clearly made for an orc: It had fair heft to it for a one handed weapon...perfect for cleaving through armor. But she looked over. An entire swarth of Gnolls came rushing along, towards the open gates. This was perfect...but it was going to be so painful...but anything to get back at that Spider. The gnolls came around, and began to swarm over her. They surprisingly didn't stomp her into the ground as they ran by, just jumped her or so...but this was good. A few gave a trample, but it didn't matter...her body was still numb from it's painkillers. She was almost directly between the spider woman and her target; the other warrior. Hopefully, she would try to tread through the stream of Gnolls, and to her foe...completely forgetting about her presence... if this worked....she would get a taste of revenge before she died...