[With Sunny's fear so evident, she protectively puts her arms around him, not minding any clinginess on his part. Scanning both the creatures and the surroundings, her mind races through their options.
If I find a large enough branch, maybe I can scare them away. Sadly, no such items seem to be available - the few branches within reach on the ground are blackened and brittle, having soaked up the marsh's moisture, and the healthy ones, still a living part of the swamp trees, look hard to both reach and break off. There's really only one viable option: Heading further down the walkway in the direction leading away from the village, at the risk of being followed by the spider monsters and reaching a dead end.]
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Go on, Sunny. This way. I'll be right behind you.
[She really will be - the last thing he needs, she reasons, is to witness her trying to scare the creatures off only to fall prey to them.]
Right, let's metaphorically sticky-tape that!
If I find a large enough branch, maybe I can scare them away. Sadly, no such items seem to be available - the few branches within reach on the ground are blackened and brittle, having soaked up the marsh's moisture, and the healthy ones, still a living part of the swamp trees, look hard to both reach and break off. There's really only one viable option: Heading further down the walkway in the direction leading away from the village, at the risk of being followed by the spider monsters and reaching a dead end.]
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Go on, Sunny. This way. I'll be right behind you.
[She really will be - the last thing he needs, she reasons, is to witness her trying to scare the creatures off only to fall prey to them.]