"Get back! Filthy thing!" She scrambles as she collects her sword and makes a wild swing at the thing, expecting to cleave it in two it seemingly vanished she raises her sword ready to strike again, eyes darting back and fouth as she feels it's little prickly foot touch her hand, her heart sinks as she grows deathly pale, she slowly turns her head to see it somehow caught a ride on her sword as she drops it, retreating behind a boulder "Kill the scuttler! I can't stand those things"
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