Orvin came up from behind the Scorpion and engaged one of the immense claws as it snapped and swung at him. He stabbed at it, ducked, dodged, and even dared a few leaps over its edge. Between the moving target and this sparring at its claw, the Scorpion grew all the more enraged. It chose to take its frustration out primarily on Haarp, who was getting closer. The pounding of the stinger doubled in speed and power, and the runner felt its brush against his skin with every close call. He leapt to one side and rolled to the other. It was too fast for him, and he knew it, but he was so close.
Seeing the trouble for Haarp, something snapped into place within Zepp and he charged the archers to move in. Abandon your distance, we need to rush in as one! The little army dropped their bows and raced forward, crowding under the beast's belly and clinging onto its spindly legs for dear life – if not their own, their kin's. The Devil roared at the nuisance below, and the rhythm of its stabbing fumbled.