Then he felt something on his leg. He looked down. An amalgam of blood and thorns coiled around his leg and into his suit. Deadly stingers surrounded him and boxed him into the narrow corridor.

“Okay…”

One stinger jutted ahead, and Sam dodged. The tendril around his leg lifted him up and brought him into the direction of yet another tendril. He held up his arm to block it, but it punctured surprisingly deep. It nearly reached his skin. He sent a swarm of locusts from his arm to try to fight it, but it was sturdy. Sam’s eyes darted around, looking for options.

- Ragnarust Round 4