As Ahmal struggled with the pushing force of the Spider, he noticed Lyriia draw her dagger. Before he could tell her to get back, she started to stab it relentlessly, without any hint of finesse. As the spider endured the attack, it squirmed in pain, one of it's sharp legs stomped down, stabbing into Ahmal's right calf. He grit his teeth in agony as he tried to hold firm against the spider's fangs. It wasn't long before the spider succumb to the multiple stab wounds, rolling over on it's side and curling up into a ball, laying still. Blood was everywhere, around and on Ahmal, however the spider's blood had a distinctly different hue from his own, as the moonlight poured down from the canopy.

As the fangs released their pressure, he dropped the bow from his hands, clutching his injured leg. He let out a quiet groan of pain, breathing heavily. Luckily, the leg hadn't stabbed all the way through, but the bleeding was still quite serious since the wound was wide. He heard someone ask if he was okay, but it sounded very distant, his pain dulling his senses. His vision was a little blurred now, but he could still see the silhouette of Lyriia, near him. [color=a187be]"...No"[/color] He groaned in response. There was no point in trying to act tough in a situation that would inevitably kill him. Even if Lyriia was a skilled doctor, he felt that it would take a miracle to even help him.