Espirit growled with frustration when she seemingly dodged his attacks with such ease. This was not going the way he had planned at all. His entire body was weak and didn't respond well to his commands. He was sorely hungry and needed sustenance. Sweat already beaded his forehead. His spider legs felt dry and out of practice. And then he cried out in agony as electricity suddenly surged through his body. His spider legs gave out and he crashed to the floor. If he had been a full human, he would have been dead. As a matter of fact, if he had been any weaker he would have died.<br/><br/>As it was his body was quick to respond to the pain and the damage and a flaming red aura suddenly erupted around his body. It would appear as if he were bathing in flames.<br/><br/>But even as his energy was used, he could feel it taxing the little strength he had left. His spider legs curled up and he laid there on his stomach. After eons of sleeping, he was too tired to fight. He was too tired to hunt his prey. He was a disgrace. The Arachnae never fell so easily. Espirit struggled to move his spider-legs, but they no longer responded. They were paralyzed from the electric attack. He hadn't had enough energy to heal himself properly. Instead he moved up onto his human hands and knees. Blood drizzled from his lips where they had smashed against the floor and his nose was sore.<br/><br/>Espirit didn't know what this Sorceress was after, but he recognized that she was quite powerful. But she had only managed to take him so easily due to his weakened state. He wondered what she would do with him. He had lived for millenniums but now it appeared his life was finally going to end. They didn't have the power to kill him properly so long ago, so they imprisoned him. Weakened him. Made him ripe for the kill. Surely this was what they had intended all along. Grimly he had to appreciate the intelligence of that plan. But he would not die pleading for his life.