The chieftain kept running.
Its massive frame couldn't avoid the trees, branches, and full-grown trees that were broken and fell with each desperate stride. It didn't dare to look back. The only thing that mattered was putting as much of the forest between itself and that place as possible.
Then-
Whoosh.
A sharp whistle of air whipped behind it.
Before the troll could react, something struck its back. Once, twice, then in rapid succession. Numerous needle blows dug into its dense skin, each one still managing to pierce its hide, achieving what many could not.
The chieftain didn't need to look. It was fully accustomed to the pain accompanied by the attacker's wounds. Despite knowing who it was and being fully aware that it could fight Arachne only on an even playing field, it didn't stop.
