Between a tail and a hard place

The Gargscarab munched happily on the adventurers while we planned our attack, and by the time we were done it was on the move again, feeling its way forward. The monstrosity had no eyes but a million tiny feelers on its pincers, underbelly, legs and tail. 

Its biology was a mystery. Could it hear with its feelers? Did it just move forward blindly eating anything in its path? One thing was clear though it's chitinous armour was tough and a crossbow bolt bounced off it like it was a baseball thrown at a steel reinforced concrete safe.

My body flooded with qi and I sucked down on a core from my pack to refill before I got going. My qi ran up and down the wood which lined bones throughout my body and the panelling I had in my back. Every muscle, every tendon was supported with qi speed, agility and strength. I removed my pack and lay my spears on the ground next to the whitecloaks.