>Crap. That's a faster recharge cycle than I'd like.
>Wait until we see the first sign of its firing, then dive sharply to the left and forward.
>Assuming the acid misses, get the first damn glob off us as fast as possible.
>It certainly would be nicer if it were slower...
>Glancing at it, you're pretty sure that sound
is it firing. You dive sharply to the left and out of the way of the incoming volley. Geeze, it moves fast! You hit the ground hard, but thankfully manage to shield your shoulder from scraping across the dirt by bracing with your forearm. The motion strains it a little, but you'd rather not imagine how much worse the alternative would have been. A moment after you land, yYou feel a sharp stinging sensation in your right leg, near your ankle. While you narrowly missed the majority of the shot, a few stray bits splattered away from the impact and across your skin.
>Considering it enough of a miss, you take the cluster of leaves in your hand and try to quickly smear away the acid. It hurt bad enough already, but this is acutely worse. You bite down hard on your lip, and even then it's hard not to cry out as you drag the leaves firmly over your shoulder. It feels like claws tearing through your flesh, while that flesh is already on fire. You note dryly that salt probably isn't really such a bad thing to have in a wound after all. At least in comparison... It doesn't take more than a moment to feel the acid start to burn your hand, as well, whether it seeped between gaps in the leaves, or just ate holes through them.
>Uncoordinated as it is, the still-mobile giant spider is almost on top of you now. The spitter doesn't appear to have moved at all.