Octavius took his orders and smirked as he used his wand to summon a new mount in the form of a riding spider. It took significant more charges from the wand than he cared to use frivolously so he saved it for moments like this. Strapped into the saddle, he took off along the wall to the ceiling. The pikeman braced themselved to attack the lone rider, when he started to get blurry as if he were stretching or distorting before there were suddenly eight more of him on the walls. He used his ring of mirror image to occupy some of their forces as he barreled in.


Funny thing about giant swords like his, they were actually used to chop off the tips of pikes to provide an opening for other troops and far be it from him to go against tradition. So from a surprise angle did he swing his heavy blade to provide an opportunity for another of the group to size their chance. Of course the pikemen got their good shots in, he had certainly felt at least one tip get him in the thigh and he could see the green ichor oozing from the spiders bulbous butt. Wounded, he has managed to break through the lines as they removed all eight other false selves. It only worked once a day but once was all he needed.