The scavanger's yellow eyes flicked back and forth between the two orc sisters, watching them warily as he tried to keep both of them in his line of sight. Rather than circling away from them, he continued to back up, his hind paws edging backwards on what might have been called a path. Slade bared his teeth in a grimace, his canid face full of fear and desperation.

Just as Bula charged, Slade's paw came down on an especially thick strand of silvery cobweb. Using his now-bare foot, he kicked at it, hard, and there was a sound like rope creaking and branches cracking. A huge white snare sprang up from the gloomy forest floor, covering Pasho in sticky webbing. Cursing through his teeth, the Were tried to back up further from the huge powerful Orc barreling towards him. He tripped and fell back, lifting his hand as though the limb could stop the huge axe, but Bula's aim was true, even though Slade had moved.

With a ragged scream, Slade howled his pain into the forest. The axe bit a wide gash down his torso, and his right arm landed in the soil with a wet thud. Blood bubbled down his furry chest and the threadbare garments he wore and spurted from the stump of his arm. He lay moaning in the dirt.

"No...! You've killed her! You killed her, you bitch! You killed my Flora!"

Pasho was thrashing around in the net, succeeding in getting herself tangled, though she wasn't in any immediate danger. Morka had passed out by this point from both the poison and blood loss. Leshy was still some distance away, but making her way quickly towards the sounds of fighting.

And then someone began to scream. It was the sound of either a little girl or a young woman, horrified and shrill, but far off and weak. It was not the little girl Slade had been dragging along, but was coming from the depths of the black, dilapidated house.

Another noise started, a sort of rustling clicking sound that started soft but quickly grew, drowning out both Slade's moaning and the sound of the faint, tortured scream. The cobwebs along the ground began to twitch and wiggle, vibrating like the plucked strings of a harp, the movement emanating from the house.

A pale purple-white creature emerged from a gaping hole in one of the walls, moving slowly but steadily, lidless black eyes focused on Bula as it came, mandibles working silently with insectlike abandon, massive claws clicking. Slade, growing paler and weaker by the second, holding his ruined stump to his bleeding chest, heard the noise and moaned. "No...they're coming..."

The devastation to Slade from Bula’s axe was obvious, and his wailing caused her much aggravation. This was only furthered as the creatures began to make their appearance. The ranting from the dying slade was to say the least grating on Bula’s nerves she lift her axe to her shoulder and lets it drop down on slade’s neck as she waited for her sisters to join her. “Seems there’s more to it than just a were creature… We’re gonna have a good old fashioned gorefest sisters.”

Pasho managed to climb out from under the sticky web and crawls across the ground before coming to stand next to Bula her breathing calming down as she prepared to fight the ugly strange spider humanoids. Leshy came out of the woods axes in hand as well and stopped next to Bula on her other side. “Well I see you killed slade, but now we have to fight these nasty things?”

Bula nodded and hefted her axe up with both hands holding it ready, her head turning slightly to the little girl under the roots. “Stay down there so you don’t get in the way and get killed during the fight.”

"They'll kill all of you!" Slade gurgled, bloody foam painting his lips and scruffy cheeks as he rolled limply in the muddy loam, his eyes rolling to stare wildly at the approaching Ettercaps. "I can tell you how to beat them but you have to save her! Watch out for their..." But in the next moment Bula promptly murdered the only person present who had experience battling the spiderlike creatures. Slade died noisily, twitching and thrashing around until he was finally still, his lifeblood dark where it soaked into the equally dark ground.

By now, two more Ettercaps had joined the first, moving with insectlike precision out of the dilapidated ruins of the old lodge. They had cruel talons on the ends of their limbs and sticky-wet mandibles that looked sharp and hard enough to damage armour. They walked in a hunched sort of way, almost seeming weighted down by layers of spiderwebs on their backs. As they got even closer, the orc sisters would be able to see thousands of spiders, everything from tiny pinhead-sized things to furry tarantulas as big as Bula's face, crawling around on the chitinous skins of their massive keepers.

The little girl scrambled back into the brush, disappearing from view. And inside the house the womanly scream of terror became an anguished wail of unspeakable agony before it was cut short.

As they drew closer, moving slowly but steadily, they began to make a wheezing, hissing noise that was as otherwordly and inhuman as it was threatening. The nearest one kept its eyes on Bula as it stabbed its talons with a sickening Schlick-schlack into Slade's body, and reversed direction, dragging his corpse backwards.

The second one lifted its arms and lurched towards Bula, and the monster hunter would be able to feel the wind off the rapidly-moving claw.