"Haa... geez, there's no end to these damn things."
Garf's voice echoed through the dimly lit cavern as his war axe cleaved through another of the black creatures, the jagged things with six segmented legs that moved like spiders, four glowing red eyes, and mouths full of needle-sharp teeth that clicked together with horrible wet sounds.
Just as the creature shrieked and dissolved into black ichor that sizzled against the stone floor.
Three more immediately took its place, skittering over the walls and ceiling with unnatural speed.
A fire orb hovering fifteen feet above provided the only light, casting everything in flickering orange that made the shadows dance and writhe like living things.
Garf swung his shield in a wide arc, catching two creatures mid-leap and sending them crashing into the cavern wall hard enough to crack chitin. His axe followed through, splitting one down the middle before it could recover.
Blood and ichor sprayed across his armor.
