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BarAmal looked down from his tree branch perch just outside of Neued. He had decided to get some practice in as he was feeling a bit rusty considering his battle with the crystalline spider had gone less than spectacular. He wanted to practice his precision and perhaps get back into the right paces. Spotting two spitorogs down in a small mess of vines he pulled back and loosed an arrow just to see how his quick reflexes were. The arrow landed with a thunk a few feet from the spitorog he wasn’t aiming for. Blinking he watched as neither of the spitorogs moved from where they were. The one closest to the arrow began to increase in size and once swelled up just sat there. Thinking it was a better target as his last shot had missed he pulled back and took a careful aim this time. The arrow left his bow with a hiss as the feather grazed the bow sending the now rogue arrow far to the left of where it needed to go. Hitting a tree the arrow splintered and BarAmal let out a not so quite curse. He had just made those arrows and already one of them was broken. Pulling another he once more took aim at the first spitorog that had yet to move or even puff up. Feeling annoyed he loosed the arrow and when it landed right next to the stupid creature and it still didn’t react; BarAmal was amazed and slightly horrified. He had yet to hit either of them and neither of them had done anything at all with arrows landing nearby and his less than stealthy approach. Not believing this type of situation could ever occur he climbed down from the tree and approached the pair of spitorogs. They were starring there blinking slowly and dully at one another. One was puffed up while the other was still rather small. Taking his bow in hand he poked the smaller with one end curious about what would happen. The smaller spitorog puffed itself up as large as the other and actually hopped on the bow. Surprised BarAmal tried to shake it off swinging the bow about for a moment not having to much luck when the other spitorog hopped onto his leg. Not knowing if they were actually poisonous or not considering he was not of this area, a small part of BarAmal began to panic just a bit. Hopping up and down himself he was still shaking his bow with one hand and trying to swat the other little hopping menace off with the other. Finally the one on his bow fell the to the ground only to spring back and join the dance of its partner in tormenting BarAmal. The most amazing thing about littler creatures is that they can be quite hard to hit, which BarAmal was finding out at this moment. Trying to escape and fend off the spitorogs proved to be quite the endeavor. Finally he managed to climb up the tree he had been in and escape them, but it was well until dusk before the creatures left the base of the tree. He waited looking down on them deciding it was best not to poke this particular menace again when they came in packs.

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