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The decry of Thranduil continued to echo through the forest, "Stand back to back!, Form a circle!" The spiders broke upon the company in massive force. Ercuion and Targon were in the front, fighting off the assault, Nefal was standing behind, launching his arrows into the mass of spiders. Nefal turned to see Thranduil's line was on the verge of collapsing, as well as Taurthol's and Melian's.

It just struck Nefal, for the first time, that they may not make it back home alive. Ercuion and Targon continued to cut down the spiders, but more just kept crashing upon them. A large thick skinned, black furred spider, threw itself upon Targon and pierced it's wretched stinger into Targon's back. Nefal goes to shout out Targon, but his face floods with tears, and only rasps out, "Targon!"

The large spider made it's way towards Nefal, reared up, then fell splat on the floor with an arrow in it's gut. Nefal spits on the spider and kicks it in a fit of rage. Ercuion didn't even notice what had happened to Targon until he saw spiders pouring over Targon's body and into the center of the company, the line was broken. It wouldn't be long until they were overrun.

A large crack was heard, but it hadn't come from the spiders or anyone from the company. Ercuion gazed up, it came from the sky. He quickly slashed the belly of a spider about to strike him. And again, he looks up, as another crack was heard, and before one could snap his fingers, large and numerous drops began to fall to the ground, and before long it began to pour. The spiders couldn't get any hold on the ground, and their legs began slipping and sliding from under them. They were frantically trying to regain themselves, but over and over, fell and slipped to the ground. This was everyone's chance to reform and drive the spiders back.