 Post 2 Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
The sixth year luckily had some length on his legs, so running was such a winded and stressful issue for him. The real stresser was the bigger, long legged acromantula on his feet that didn't seem to have a relenting bone in its body. This was supposed to be a helpful class, not a see how in shape you were type of thing. 'Cause if that was the case, Ascanius was always going to win hand over foot. Look at him.
He was a fan of looking at himself. He knew what he looked like.
Deciding once more that he just by the sheer strength of his legs was not going to make it to the ravine faster then the acromantula, Ascanius had to make another offensive move. The best defense after all was a very strong offense. He rattled his head for something, anything that would work in the realm of strictly transfiguration when he settled on something simple.
Ascanius turned around on his heel, pointed at the ugly mug of a spider's feet and shouted, "Epoximise!" The ground of the jungle suddenly became a sticky substance that held the spider in place, or at least would do so long enough to let Ascanius get away.
And so he did.
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