[Jone turns immediately, putting herself between Margaery and what appears to be-- no, is-- a giant bloody spider.]
Uhh, m'lady, this part's gonna get ugly.
[Jone charges forward, using the spike at the end of her poleaxe to jab the creature in the eyes. Sanguine ichor bursts forth, coating Jone's weapon and the once-green grass beneath them. This, of course, only makes the spider angrier, but it's a blind anger, at least.]
no subject
Uhh, m'lady, this part's gonna get ugly.
[Jone charges forward, using the spike at the end of her poleaxe to jab the creature in the eyes. Sanguine ichor bursts forth, coating Jone's weapon and the once-green grass beneath them. This, of course, only makes the spider angrier, but it's a blind anger, at least.]
Try'n stay still! Their hearing's shite.