Unfortunately, there wasn't really anywhere to hide; the room was sized for mites, and seemed to be a dead end, with his allies guarding the entrance. His missile blasted one of the mites, slaying it, and giving him room to flee behind his allies, narrowly avoiding a strike from the remaining mite.<br/><br/>Which was a good choice, as the tick-riding mite finally spurred his mount into action, and it skittered forward, heading towards the party. Had he remained, it likely would have gone straight for him! As it was, it dove in, and latched onto Damien's bad leg, prompting a howl of pain from the druid, as the remaining, unmounted tick was cut down.<br/><br/>The tick seemed to be remarkably resilient, shrugging off their attacks, as it resisted efforts to dislodge it from Damien's leg, the mite on the back hooting and hollering, as it clung on for dear life.