[ The spiders screech and begin to swarm around the burning web, afraid of the fire yet not wanting their home to burn to nothing. Emet-Selch holds steady and waits until he sees one wobbling, struggling to cling to fraying webs. As soon as it slips off, he lunges in to strike with his sword--
The edge skitters off its carapace and he staggers back. Of all the rotten luck - it seems that the creature is immune to physical weapons.
Gritting his teeth, he ignites the ceruleum on his gunblade and draws a large X in the air. A sharp, follow-up stab thrusts the X towards the spider. Panicked chittering fills the air as the blue fire washes over it and Emet-Selch smiles in satisfaction. Purchasing ammunition from those traders had been well worth it. ]
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The edge skitters off its carapace and he staggers back. Of all the rotten luck - it seems that the creature is immune to physical weapons.
Gritting his teeth, he ignites the ceruleum on his gunblade and draws a large X in the air. A sharp, follow-up stab thrusts the X towards the spider. Panicked chittering fills the air as the blue fire washes over it and Emet-Selch smiles in satisfaction. Purchasing ammunition from those traders had been well worth it. ]