"Would you care to navigate this maze together? It seems we stand a better chance together than alone, my magic is ineffective against smaller targets which your arrows are sure to prove lethal against."
Though slightly suspicious of this new individual, seeing as they were all contained within an arena thats only rule was to kill or be killed, Tolovien decided to opt for an increased chance of survival by trusting the intentions of the tan-skinned sand walker. Bending at the waist, Tolovien brushed a bit of dirt off of his greaves. They were a dark green, interlaced with the weaving patterns of his family crest, made of a hard gem that was mined in the deep mountains of his homeland. Also, they happened to be slightly scuffed, causing Tolovien a slight bit of annoyance. Straightening himself quickly, short crimson hair flying wetly about his head, he locked eyes momentarily with the desert dweller.
"Seeing as we aren't on a merry walk throughout the tulips, with monsters up to our ears and sand in places where it shouldn't be, I suppose forming a group might be a sensible decision." the archer said lightly, placing his bow back into its rest on his back. His fingers lingered on the smooth wood as he did, as if conveying the comfort of a lovers touch. It was an affection that only an archer could appreciate.
Shadin cocked his head, frowning lightly when a all sorts of commotion started up coming from several different directions, though some of it was nearer than others. He glanced at the archer and frowned. "Well my friend, you may come or stay, but I am going to see what's going on."
Nodding in acknowledgment, Tolovien watched as Shadin set off towards the disturbances that sounded in the distance, accompanied by the clattering of his jewlery. Turning back towards the mangled heap that had once intended to eat him for lunch, Tolovien smiled. Jogging up to it, he pulled his knife out, creating the sharp sound of metal sliding through leather. Moving with a surgeons precision, he carved a small circle of flesh in the shoulder of the beast, just around where his arrown had pierced. Pulling his arrow out with a flourish, bluish blood flecking the sand, he grinned. Patting the beast on what was left of its skull, he said, "Didn't your mom ever tell you not get your shoulders pierced?"
Patting it on the cheek as if it was an innnocent child, head lolling to the side as he did, Tolovien stood. Flicking the bit of flesh on the end of his arrow off, he slid it back into his quiver. Setting off at a breakneck speed, he started after his newfound companion. Walls, vines and other parts of the arena flashed by him as he dodged his way through the labyrinth, hopping over obstacles and corpses. Coming to an open area, with an alcove on the far end, the archer slowed. Several large, hairy spiders were roaming the area. Deftly removing an arrow from its place with his right hand, removing his bow from his back with his left, Tolovien notched an arrow and drew it back with strength. The sturdy wood creaked as it bent to prepare for the powerful shot about to be released.
Suddenly, something black rammed into him from his left. Arrow loosing involuntarily as he toppled to the ground, it proceeded to strike the spider he had aimed at. That was good. However, the hulking spider that now grappled with him violently.....that was not. With large, slime covered black eyes and mandibles that dripped with saliva, Tolovien couldn't see this thing winning any beauty competitions any time soon. Hissing, the creature clamped onto his left arm with its jaws, pulling with arm rending ferocity. Yelling in pain as he was dragged, Tolvien reacted quickly. Metal flashing momentarily as it cut through the air, his knife sunk into one of the creatures eyes. With a horrific screech, the creature released him. Continuing his assault, Tolovien jumped into the nook between the spiders head and abdomen, seatin himself like a spider rider. Stabbing into its head with a sickening sound, the archer sunk the blade deep into its crunchy exoskeleton. Screaming in pain, the spider began to run forward.
Directly toward the alcove, he noticed. Grabbing his embedded knife, Tolovien attempted to wrench it out, gritting his teeth from the effort. To no avial. The spider continued its headlong sprint, mindlessly charging forward. He seemed to have struck it in some crucial nerve point. Amused at this idea, he tugged lightly on his knife, pulling to the left. As if he was riding a horse, the spider responded to his touch. Laughing and wooping loudly, he began to drive the spider, forcing it to chase its fellows. Screeching in confusion, the surroundinf arachnids scattered, unsure of how to react. Pulling his bow out, Tolovien began to fire in rapid succesion. Though he only had four arrows left, he made certain to make each of them count. Four spiders fell with each one, twitching as the projectiles struck them in key weak points. Without warning, the renegade spider beneath him came to a halt, finally dying from its wound. Which in turn, launched Tolovien off, directly into the alcove.
Looking up with a giddy chuckle, he found himself surrounded by three others. Embarrasment flooded his featured. Not exactly the most graceful entry. Righting himself quickly, Tolovien recognized one of the group: Shadin. "Never got that handshake." he said, holding out his hand to Shadin. As he did, he looked to the others. "The name's Tolovien. Spider rider and acrobat extraordinare. At your service." No doubt they had witnessed his graceless performance.
