What general would not wish for warriors such as the ones they call Spitters in his ranks: these monsters are able to project jets of acidic vomit that can hit a target four fathoms away, and the acid eats away at the flesh of any foolish enough to get within range. It will even eat its way through steel and leather.
This is the perfect example of the infernal paradox of this place. It sets up battles between titans and monsters, all well armed and protected, as if the very nature of Hell favors never-ending battles. It is as if a twisted intelligence was manipulating devils and men, setting them up against each other with an evil glee
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