However, now is not the appropriate time to consider the cause of this matter or the motives of the First Matron. The Little Dwarf in front of the Spider Elf was like a pitiful rabbit being stared down by a fierce and hungry leopard. The leopard had already raised four of its... oh, eight legs, plus two arms, perfectly blocking all possible routes of the rabbit's movement; whereas the rabbit itself hadn't yet had the chance to reload its repeating crossbow arrows.
Deluo, in his roll, got a mouthful of mud. While spitting out the filth with "pat, pat," he flipped up from the ground. Just in time, he saw the Dwarf in need of help and shouted loudly, leaping onto the spider's back.
