[ Zhongli's brow furrows at Jod's comment as he watches the two Johns size each other up. But why can't they both be John? It is perfectly reasonable for two people to share the same name. In fact, a name shared across worlds sounds like quite the special occassion indeed. But John's concession is too quick for him to comment, which just means that like Lord Voryn Dagoth, John the Archivist's name will now be just be that much longer whenever Zhongli addresses him.
A very nice title, too -- the Archivist.
Said Archivist's shout draws Zhongli from his inner musings. Ah, millennia to adapt and he still hadn't quite shored up that specific vulnerability of shield. As Zhongli's attention turns to the newest threat, the shield drops so that John doesn't receive a nasty surprise of running into the equivalent of a stone wall as he's trying to get out of the way.
The bone-spider scuttles about on its spindly appendages, lightweight and quick on its feet as it has deemed the scrambling figure the easiest of the three prey. However, delicate bones are also woefully weak to bludgeoning and one, two whacks with the flat edge of the spear's blade is enough to shatter two of the spider's legs. For a creature with no discernable flesh and muscle it does manage a shrill sounding shriek that leaves Zhongli's ears ringing. A final thrust straight though one of its gaping eye sockets is enough to finish the job as the skull cracks with a sickening crunch before the creature falls dead to the floor. ]
Ah. You are correct. They are indeed spiders.
[ Another nudge with his spear and more of the bone chips and crumbles away. ]
Though I would have expected constructs to be made of something less--- organic.
[ Looks like Zhongli would indeed be appreciative if Jod would explain the difference. If they had the time for that, anyway.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
Like a swarm, the rest of the hidden bone-spiders descend upon their location. Perhaps it is on instinct to avenge one of their own or perhaps it an even baser instinct to use their superior numbers to tip the scales. Either way, it is not too long before the skittering of dozens of bone feelers surround them. ]
cw: spiders, broken bones
A very nice title, too -- the Archivist.
Said Archivist's shout draws Zhongli from his inner musings. Ah, millennia to adapt and he still hadn't quite shored up that specific vulnerability of shield. As Zhongli's attention turns to the newest threat, the shield drops so that John doesn't receive a nasty surprise of running into the equivalent of a stone wall as he's trying to get out of the way.
The bone-spider scuttles about on its spindly appendages, lightweight and quick on its feet as it has deemed the scrambling figure the easiest of the three prey. However, delicate bones are also woefully weak to bludgeoning and one, two whacks with the flat edge of the spear's blade is enough to shatter two of the spider's legs. For a creature with no discernable flesh and muscle it does manage a shrill sounding shriek that leaves Zhongli's ears ringing. A final thrust straight though one of its gaping eye sockets is enough to finish the job as the skull cracks with a sickening crunch before the creature falls dead to the floor. ]
Ah. You are correct. They are indeed spiders.
[ Another nudge with his spear and more of the bone chips and crumbles away. ]
Though I would have expected constructs to be made of something less--- organic.
[ Looks like Zhongli would indeed be appreciative if Jod would explain the difference. If they had the time for that, anyway.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
Like a swarm, the rest of the hidden bone-spiders descend upon their location. Perhaps it is on instinct to avenge one of their own or perhaps it an even baser instinct to use their superior numbers to tip the scales. Either way, it is not too long before the skittering of dozens of bone feelers surround them. ]