Toxins and Traps

Watching the orc approach, Spooky smiles as a dull green liquid drips from his claws. Sizzling is heard before he flings his hands towards the hunter and his beast, the borgen letting out a yowl of pain as the acidic toxin begins to eat into its face and chest while the hunter flickers backwards and frowns at the attack.

"Acidic toxins....a castyr alpha shouldn't have access to this even if you are suffering from lycanthropy. I remember your kind having shadow magic, advanced senses, and for rookies being vaguely dangerous but so far your far above the norm and will make an excellent addition to my trophy hall. Now stop this feeble resistance and die." The hunter says as he flings a blade towards Spooky before charging forward until hissing out in pain. Looking down the orc grimaces as a dull green wire wraps around his ankle, the acid smoking slightly as it slowly eats through his armor.