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A spider reared over Nefal, catching him off guard and knocking him to the ground with a huge leg. As it drew closer, Nefal saw the teeth chattering and the many eyes bulging. It rearer again onto its hind legs, preparing to strike. Nefal looke up, determined to meet his death with open eyes and without fear, though inside he was quaking. He saw Lossenfirithion, inhumanly fast, jump clean over the spider's left shoulder with his sword drawn, spinning as he passed its head. What happened next was over so fast Nefal didn't see it, but he saw Firith land in front of him, without his sword. Looking up, he retched in horror to see the spider roaring frantically, trying to dislodge the sword that had punctured right through its head. It hurled itself at Firith, who flung himself to the side, grabbed the hild of his sword and pulled with all his might. The front of the spiders head split seconds before it would have crushed Nefal and it crashed to the ground.
Nefal stood shakily up, looking at Lossenfirithion. Had it not been for him he would be dead now without doubt. He saw Firith arrogantly dust his cloak off, before he saw Thranduril wrestling with a spider on the ground.
"Uncle!" He heard Firith shout as he startde to run towards Thranduril, both his long knives drawn and spinning round his hands...
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