Rodie 39/70
A magic was rousing. With a hum two of the daggers began to vibrate inside of the wounds of the spider, then they leapt, one from the spiders face and flew hilt first into the outstretched hand of Rodie. The other, lodged in the beasts thorax, burrowed deeper into it, disappearing entirely, before erupting in a spray of ichor and flying to the amazed mans hands, all three daggers had returned to him, but he didn't wait for the enraged spider to pounce. While it was still off balance from the pain he threw two daggers once again, burying one deep into it's right eye, the other struck a glancing blow against it's foot holding to a wall. With the last dagger he sliced the web holding his feet and scrambled back away from the dying arachnid.
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