Jamfoogle was somewhat relieved that the spiders had made the  dumb mistake of targeting the half-orc first. It was an easy mistake to make to go for the largest and loudest threat firs. It only made it easier for the diminutive gnome to pick out his targets and methodically strike them down.<br/><br/>Another such an oppurtunity presented itself. The half orc had taken a great swing in response to a rather disorganized attack by the spiders. It was quite impressive to see one of the beast sliced in half by sheer brute force. The orc even went going and struck another enemy while he was at it. The second spider wasn't quite dead yet though, and the orc was still recovering from his migthy swing.<br/><br/>Jamfoogle, spotting an oppurtunity,dropped his bow, pulled an arrow out of his quiver and leapt towards the wounded beast. He dashed between the legs of his temporary orcish ally and leapt headlong onto the spider, which was still reeling from the wound it received. In his jump, he avoided the chittering mandibles of the panicking arthropod and managed to set his feet against the side of the chitinous torso. The spider, not privvy to the sudden weight clinging to it, trashed about as it tried to dislodge the gnome. Jamfoogle was quite capable of holding on however, and released his grip only when the perfect moment came.<br/><br/>In a trash upwards, the spider provided Jamfoogle with the momentum necesarry to put strength behind his attack. He let go of the beast and allowed himself to be flung a small distance into the air. As he came back down, he raised the arm holding the arrow and brought it down at the base of the spider's thorax. There was a brief, violent spasm as The arrow sunk deep into the spider's abdomen. Jamfoogle realized the beast would trash violently in its death troes, as the spiders before it had done too, and so he braced himself to take advantage of the momentum again.<br/><br/>With a final spasm, he kicked off the dying beast and safely back towards the vicinity of the treathening half orc. Picking his bow back up as he rolled over it and readying it to start firing again.