Spiderheart
Eyeless
Ah, mimics. Pathetic creatures, infinitely varied and yet totally devoid of imagination. Both the mimics and any other travelers will owe them thanks for clearing out this infestation. Beaten Dog lets her adhesive pads recede and drops from the ceiling – but never hits the floor. Instead, it billows out into a grey cloud, his mask the only part of them that retains his original form. She twists like an eel through the fray, selecting a target that's already fixated on one of the others before briefly flashing back into corporeality – a mere moment, but long enough to drag their claws through the sorry creature's flesh. In the brief moments when the Dog returns to physicality, scraps of mantra fly from it like spittle from a berserker's lips – "Let not the –" "that we might –" "Ahriman, who holds –"
[Investing 1 mutation point in claws and 4 in Incorporeal Shift. Speed 8, initiative 11, combat pool 12.]
[Investing 1 mutation point in claws and 4 in Incorporeal Shift. Speed 8, initiative 11, combat pool 12.]