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10/21/2015 10:09:20 PM
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[i]The baels start surrounding you, 7 of them, but you're no longer enclosed in a trench like area of roots; the area is open, but riddled with deep trenches and high roots rebelliously rising into the air. Two jump at Deciever, fangs bared.[/i]
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I fling two handfuls of explosive knives at them, and then roll between them, drawing a large knife
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[i]Again, gore flies as the explode, the remainder of their abdomens flopping where you had just been. The rest started to advance, more replacing thrm at the edges; an undying tide of arachnids.[/i]
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I look for a way out
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[i]The cluster seems superbly reinforced at the front... but running back would take you farther from the safe haven. They seem to be closing around you like a "U", and will soon clamp down and devour. They seem weaker on the left side... smaller baels with fewer numbers. Choose wisely.[/i]
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I run at the left side, and use a baels head to propel myself through the air, trying to jump over the mass
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[i]Deciever succeeds, jumping over almost all of them, as you break into a sprint towards the tree. The baels follow closely, not giving up yet; one glimpse behind him would reveal masses of them, too many to count. It was... nightmarish.[/i]
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I puff "Fûck... This... Stupid... Planet..."
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[i]Deciever still runs, but the baels stop giving chase as he nears the tree. Had he... made it? Not quite, frankly. A bael twice the size of the others, an elder bael, climbs from the ground, it's fangs clicking. It's quite far still, but it stands in between you and safety.[/i]
