Archer stared at the weird-looking creature as it slowly approached him, and another noise came from behind him. He turned his head and spotted another one, then another, and more appeared.
They surrounded him. A horde of Poison Carrion Crawlers surrounded Archer. Their segmented exoskeletons glistened with putrid slime, and their elongated tentacles twitched and writhed with anticipation.
As they closed in on him, Archer's instincts kicked in, and he swiftly began evading their attacks with nimble footwork and agile dodges. With every elegant maneuver, he skillfully dodged the tentacles' razor-sharp teeth.
The strikes came swiftly, but his reflexes proved equal to their relentless assault. He ducked, twisted, and somersaulted through the air, narrowly avoiding the venomous blasts and stingers.
