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onfident that she wouldn't need armor to disappoint any who did not。
As she backed away from the charging spider； her slim； gleaming obsidnotian hands opened the pouch at her belt； extracted a roll of vellum； and unnotrolled it for her scrutiny； all with practiced ease and likewise with a certain annoyance； for the magical scroll was a treasure； and she was about to use it up。 But it was necessary； and the parchment was scarcely the only magnotical implement hoarded within those walls。
Rapidly； but with perfect rhythm and pronunciation； she read the verses； the golden characters vanishing from the page as she spoke the words。 Dark； heatless flame leaped from the vellum to the floor and shot across that polished surface faster than a wildfire propagating itself across a stand of dead； dry fungus； defining a path that led from herself to the demon。
The black conflagration washed over the demon's dainty bladed feet。 It should also have driven the many…eyed creature helplessly backward； but it didn't。 The arachnid kept ing nimbly as before； which was to say； considerably faster than the best effort of a drow。
〃The spirit has defenses against the magic！〃 cried K'Sothra； perhaps the least intelligent of the whip vipers and certainly the one most inclined to belabor the obvious。
Quenthel wouldn't have time to attempt another spell before the spider reached her； nor could she outrun it。 She would have to outmaneuver it instead。 Dropping the useless sheet of parchment； she turned and dived beneath the belly of one of the statues。 Unless it had the power to shrink or shape shift； the invader wouldn't be able to negotiate the same low space。
She slid on the floor； rubbing her elbows hot。 One of the snakes cursed foully when its scaly； wedge…shaped head rapped against the stone。 She rolled over and saw that she had only bought herself a moment。 No； the demon couldn't slip under the statue but； clustered eyes glaring； it was rapnotidly clambering over the top of it。 Up close； it had a foul； carrion smell。
Quenthel knew that if she permitted the spider to pounce down on her； the monster would hold her down and snip her apart with its mandibles。 She sprang to her feet and swung her whip。
The vipers twisted in flight to bring their fangs to bear。 Those poisonnotous spikes plunged deep and ripped downward； tearing gashes in some of the demon's bulging； clustered eyes before yanking free。 The organs gushed fluid and collapsed； and the serpents thrashed in joy。
Quenthel could feel their exultation through the psionic link they shared； but she knew it was premature。 The spider had plenty of other eyes； and the stroke had only balked it for an instant。 It was still going to spring。
Though caught without certain of her protections； Quenthel was at least wearing the necklace of dull black pearls。 She reached up； slipped one of the enchanted beads from the specially crafted fine gold chain； and threw it at the spider。
White light blazed around her； seemingly emanating from all directions at once。 Thanks be to Lolth； this time her magic had an effect。 The spider slipped and floundered。 Encased in an invisible sphere of magical force it thrashed about in panic。 The explosion had opened horrid sores that specknotled the creature's body。 Unfortunately； it seemed able to ignore whatever pain those wounds caused it and continued scratching at the restraining sphere。 Blue…white sparks flashed at the tips of its feet； and Quenthel knew it was using more than brute force and panic to break free。
Speak to me； Quenthel thought； sure the words would be heard in the spider's mind。 She felt a