Reflexively dodges Crom Cruach's teeth

Or at least, that’s what I thought before a field of spikes erupted from the ground, forcing us all to dodge swiftly.

“Holy shit,” Onyx swore. “Where the fuck did you come from!?”

It took me a moment to understand what he meant—for me to understand what I was sensing. When I did, I stared down at the spear I’d reflexively dodged in mild disbelief and looked over the hundreds just like it that covered perhaps two-thirds of the battlefield. They rose from the lava as easily as the dirt, each as long as the fin of a shark—fitting as they quickly began to move and we were all forced to dodge as they tore circular tracks in the earth, leaping between the spikes to try and reach safety.