Forgath felt the second one as it clambered up the back of his armor. Releasing the first he reached back for it, grasping at it as a mandible wedged its way under the lip of his helmet.  Just as he felt it grazing his skin he got hold of the thing's head.  Mushrooms be damned, he was not going to have that; he released a burst of flame from the gripping palm, sending a spasm through its form and leaving its corpse thrashing as it fell off of him.  The one he had been holding down was nowhere to be seen; saved by its companion, it had made good on its escape.