Cian/Damia/Guy/Elvira
"Never better, thanks, gorgeous," he replied, but he did offer her a fleeting smile with some modicum of his usual charm as he got back to his feet, dancing back from the metal pincers as they reached for him once more. "Let's put this thing in its place." He'd had about enough of its antics by now.
If its limbs weren't about to be severed by cards, that was all right. He had something else, too. A pair of dice was withdrawn from the pouch at his belt; he compressed the pips, blew on them for luck, and threw. Fire exploded where the dice connected and the giant bug, while not halted, was certainly deterred for a shot time by the flames.