Ariel Mountain Range (4)

The leader, Dorian, armed himself with the spear. His backpack dropped onto the solid ground.

The archers dropped their burdens to the the cave floor as well. They took out their bows and nicked arrows to them.

Bron reached his hand high in the air. A green magic circle manifested and began to rotate slowly. The spell was ready. The moment the enemy appeared, they would be trapped.

Ruford turned to Adrian and Irene. "What are you looking at? Go forward. It's your time to face the creatures."

"Shut up!" Simon frowned. "They have not received the order yet."

"A group of giant arachnids is coming. Leave a couple for the newbies." The leader ordered. The warmth of the torches have already thawed the lingering ice on his facial hair.