"Technology?! I safeguarded your kind on the harsh savannah for an age, yet it was man that dropped the Atomic Bomb, man that burnt his brothers and sisters alive in hate! How dare you forsake us!"
Andrew should have fired his bow when he heard that, but he hesitated. Did he really want to give up on doing this without wasting strength? Did he even want to do this, considering that he was agreeing with their cause, if not their methods? Before he got the time to contemplate this, Nicole flew to get the angry guy, Prail attacked the silhouette physically, and Aria fired off a couple of her magic bolts, all at around the same time. What followed was a mixture of failure and half-successes. Nicole took what seemed to be a nasty fall, while Prail's attack did little but reveal the silhouette to be made out of spiders, a lot of them, as well as making the god decide to give up on them.
"So be it. I will accord you the burials you deserve -"
The god had said, but mid-sentence, Aria -Andrew decided that he had no real reason to call her Runa- had hit the spiders, this time with a lot more effect. However, the damage was already done, and the group was separated from Nicole -and that other guy- spiders and webs hindering them in joining the two demigods, as well as getting closer to what seemed to be the current "main body" of spiders. Andrew examined the webs, and quickly decided that the current poison wouldn't do much good to hurt their foe, especially not since the it might not even make it through the webs. And, even if his arrow did make it through the webs, all he would have done was to make a tiny hole in the webs, as well as possibly hit someone inside. Deciding to put it back and thinking of a different plan, he went through the details of why this happened in his head. It didn't take a genius to figure out that it was their lack of agreement.
If the rest of us had been prepared for attacking, then perhaps it would have worked.
Had he made a mistake trying to talk his way out of it? No... Andrew didn't believe so, to him, that was the most logical way of doing it, not attacking or judging before one actually had the knowledge needed to do so. However, the mistake he had made, if he had made any at all, was probably to trust in that the others were aware of this fact. Relying on the others to understand things the way he understood them. Because of that, and his general hesitation to attack for once, the group hadn't done the same things.
I'm not a leader, I am very well aware of that. But I think the burden of ensuring that we all acted the same, that we all attacked, laid on me this time.
He wasn't standing idle while thinking, rather trying to examine the situation further, though it wasn't before now he got to squishing the spider on his shoulder, examining it in his hand. His general thought was that he should have just thrown it on the floor and squished it with his foot, and that he now had spider all over his hand, but he started wondering if he could infect the spiders, create a plague of sorts. He began to toy around with the idea, shaping it in hi head, working out the details. A normal kind of plague wouldn't work too well, too long to create, and too long to take effect, not to mention, could he even do that?
Now is really not the time to find out.
However, another thought hit him, and he got an arrow -thought certainly not the one with poison on- and opened a large cut, cutting a vein so that it would bleed more proficiently. It hurt, and part of him wondered why the hell he was doing that to himself, but he gathered up a reasonable amount of blood in his hands, before closing the cut, and creating a poison with a somewhat different symptom, one that would benefit its spread. Due to the nature of a spider's circulatory system -and these seemed to be rather normal spider- as well as the difference between spider and human blood, he could create, or thought he could, a poison that caused a reaction with the blood, creating a poisonous gas that would cause the body to expand, kill the spider, and finally cause the body to burst so that it could spread further. It would work a couple of times before becoming too weak to cause a reaction and simply kill the spiders. The components it reacted to was different from what was in the human body, and the poison was too weak to actually hurt them, so if it actually worked, it wouldn't harm any of the others.
If it doesn't work, it won't be able to spread.
Well, at least he had made sure it would kill the ones that were hit, and that was as good as he could have done with a normal poison. He spread the blood over the spiders nearby, they could still move for the time being as it would take a short while for it to have an effect, and Andrew then stood back, watching, feeling slightly dizzy from the blood loss, as well as the strange use of powers.
For the time being, all I can do is watch. As much as I would urge the others to act in a way that I find preferable, in the end, it's not my responsibility, nor even remotely among my many strengths.
