The old witch's hut was definitely one of the strangest 'things' Lancelot had ever seen. Even if you ignored the 'legs' that resembled giant spider limbs, the hut itself looked very odd—it had long, broomstick-like eaves leaning forward, adorned with dried goblin (or similarly sized humanoid creatures) corpses, a giant beast skull, cages filled with ravens, and a set of dirty leather underwear.
The two treehouses, which were hundreds of feet away just moments ago, suddenly charged to within thirty feet of them, hurling boulders with their octopus-like limbs as they advanced. Fortunately, these powerful attacks were not as difficult to dodge as arrows, but when they raised their more than fifteen-foot-long tentacles to strike, Lancelot knew he had to give his all.
Next to him, Bruto had already transformed into a solid giant. With a swing of his warhammer, he shattered a giant boulder that had been flying at them.
