After sinking his teeth into the beast and holding back a retch from the putrid liquid that leaks into his mouth, Alf yelps in surprise as the spider threatens to lift his half-ton form into the air like a rag doll.
He performs an emergency barrel roll to narrowly escape its clutches and prepares to counterstrike, but is once again trumped by Dreadstone's eerie accuracy with that bow of his, dodging again as the spider's carcass crumbles all around him. He does not, however, escape a bath of unspeakable bodily fluids, causing even Lady to recoil away from the stench.
Out of danger for the moment, Alf steps out to the hallway and shakes the mess off of him as best he can. Once he is marginally cleaner, he returns to the others and mostly stays out of the way as they inspect the room.
When Stricia approaches, he gives her a toothy grin and activates his healing powers, restoring all of the damage done to him during the battle. He nuzzles her shoulder appreciatively, while still trying not to get her covered in goo.
((Burning off some Cure Light Wounds to heal me up. Will do the math when I get home))