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Saline Sprayer
Creeping quietly through the crusty cave. Daggers dart out of sheaths held at the ready. Well maintained and oiled leather boots softly slide along the tunnel floors. A soft wheezing can be heard ahead, a cautious hand raises halting the party. The wheezing grows closer, like forge bellows being pressed firmly down. A wet horrid wail of the lungs. Eyes dart around in the dimness, beads of sweat brew.
Two explosive eyes erupt upon the party, like miniature suns they light up half of the hollow in a millisecond. Men scream and yell as they are instantly blinded, dazzling lights destroy vision. A hideous wretching noise accompanies the screams.
A bolt of salt crystal soars through the air punching into the adventurers. Leaping from vantage point to vantage point, dodging knives and bolts. Spitting saline death all while the spotlights beam down.
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