Michel froze for a moment, but it was only a moment, as Imshael's words rattled him to his core. The creature had a gift for peeking into the hearts of others, tugging at their most desperate desires, though with Michel he seemed to know just the thread to pull that would incite the most reaction. Knowing this he crushed it and crushed it quickly as one spider pressed for his attention over the uneven turf.

His reaction was quick, with quick swipes of his sword he took out the front-most legs before thrusting the sword through its anterior, directly into the creature's many eyes. He ignore the spray of ichor against his armor, wheeling about to check on his companions, knowing they would have their hands full with just the Red Templar horrors. Spiders were child's play compared to that.