A thing you never quite forget: how it feels when her chelicerae punch through flesh, though a spider thankfully isn't equipped to taste in the same way that a person is. Inessa's hound being there, along with Zevran? Some of it feels almost painfully nostalgic. No one would be comforted by that though. To know what it was like to fight in the filth and the mire, with things that wanted nothing more than to rip you apart limb from limb.

At least the Darkspawn were mindless to a degree, driven on by the Archdemon. Tis a different thing when these are men serving their master, something so like old tales rising from the grave to prowl the earth once more.

The warhammer comes too close; she rolls again, blood and poison spraying from where she's bitten the first of her foes. The man is screaming as she lets out her own angry clicking noises, backing up and away without looking (because she can't, not when there's a warhammer) as quickly as she can to try to spit more webs in an attempt to slow him down. At least this body doesn't feel the sting of acid when she moves though next time? Perhaps a corrupted spider might be better. Or a stinging swarm.