Rodie 39/70
The webbing hit, and wrapped the confused man's left arm to his side, also getting tanlged into his hair, and partially covering his left eye, another strike like that and he would be spider-chow. he shuddered as he thought about the dessicated husks he'd found in a giant spider's lair several years before, drained of vitality and fluid they had likely been conscious while eaten. He rolled to the side, hoping the web wouldn't stick to the floor and trap him, and launched two more daggers from his right hand. The first struck deep and true, but as he prepared to throw the second he hit the wall behind him, striking his funny bone, and causing him to drop the dagger as his arm went numb. (rolled a friggin 1, dang it)
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