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Zuromor had attacked the spider and shown the dwarves he stood WITH them and not agaisnt them. More importantly he had saved them. And now as the creature writhed in pain they all ran for safety. All but the dwarf. He who had given his life for his people...his friends. Zuromor cried as he ran. He had not known anyone so brave. The had ran only a short distance when Zuromor stopped and saw a small form crying on his knees. "Go! All of you....find a way out. She will not find you for as long as I can handle." The dwarf looked up at him and understood.
He understood that Zuromor was not sacrificing himself. He knew he might and probably would perish but he would give them time. Time to escape or formulate a plan. He went back to the others and Zuromor stood firm, his sword out at his side. "Come foul mistress! You shall not feed tonight, but my blade shall!" Zuromor ran directly at the huge mass in front of him.
She was still reeling from the previous engagement and Zuromor's words pierced her and brought forth newfound anger. Zuromor swiped at her wounded leg and passed beneath her great hulk. He ran to the far wall and slashed the damaged joint of one of her back legs. His blade cut through what barely held her leg together and She fell for one moment as she tried to regain her balance. Zuromor took this opprutunity and jumped up on her back, jamming his sword into her eyes and laid his body flat against her back and held his blade. He wrapped his legs on her as well as he could and hoped he could buy them some time.
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