Sinister Spiders

SPACE Cyrdan takes several steps back and reaches out for Cain's assistance in getting back up out of the water. Cain’s outstretched hand is easily reached in one dexterous leap. Cyrdan retreats fireside and begins stringing his bow.
SPACE “Spiders!” he yells to his companion.
SPACE The elf nods and looks back at Cyrdan. “Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show,” he says, and, in the same moment, does a spiraling leap off the edge of the tunnel and into the water.
SPACE “I’ll cover you,” Cyrdan replies, but Cain is already gone; a familiar trick of his, that Invisibility thing.
SPACE Cyrdan finishes stringing his bow just in time to see flash after flash of vivid, clashing colors in bright scarlets, soft yellows, and deep blues explode down the tunnel. Several splashes follow as several of the spiders fall from the ceiling and land unconscious in the shallow waters below.
SPACE Cyrdan narrows his eyes and draws back on the bow, his face resembling the eagle’s head carved into his bow. His pupils dilate a bit, allowing the darkness of the tunnel into his vision. Finding a bead, he looses his first arrow.
SPACE With an audible twang, the shaft flies true to its mark and another splash echoes down the corridor. This splash, however, is followed by a vicious thrashing as the spider apparently still lives.
SPACE Cain reappears beside the thrashing arachnid’s hairy body, blades raised high above his head. It is hard to see in the darkness, but, in one slicing sound, the thrashing stops.
SPACE Cyrdan knocks another arrow and peers down the pitchy hallway for more targets. He sees none.
SPACE More slicing sounds, some thrashing, and more slicing sounds.
SPACE Cyrdan makes a run for the darkness.
SPACE There in the hallway, swinging his blades around, Cain is screaming, “You motherfucker! Do you think you’re better than me?! Huh?! Feel the pain! Feel the pain!” Slime and gore is flying in all directions as he whirls his twin scythes all about him.
SPACE Cyrdan pulls his sword, leaning his bow against the wall nearby. He is hesitant to approach his companion.
SPACE The spider are about four feet in diameter, covered in spiky black hairs. Their legs are spindly and black and their inky eyes glisten, even in death.
SPACE After Cain’s bloodlust subsides a bit, Cyrdan speaks.
SPACE “Cain?”
SPACE No answer. He is covered in the inky black blood of his victims.
SPACE “Cain,” he retries, “are you…are you okay?”
SPACE Cain has an open wound on his left forearm. He begins to saw away at the heads of the arachnids, giggling and smiling up at Cyrdan.
SPACE His mind is not where it should be right now.
SPACE Cyrdan’s ears prick up.
SPACE More chittering. Coming from the first tunnel to their right.
SPACE Cain, too, notices the sound, and stands with his scythes at the ready. His giggling stops.

SPACE A scream echoes down the hallway from their left.