C442 The Demonic Beast Was Cunning

The fat commander quickly rose to his feet and assessed his injuries. His ample body fat meant the fall hadn't done much damage. Yet, the three slashes from the Nerubian Spider throbbed with excruciating pain. Blood oozed from the wounds at a slow trickle. Pressing his hands against the gashes, he managed to stem the bleeding within seconds. He exhaled in relief