The Mutated Prisoner reaches his hand toward Carter. He simply stepped back and avoided the grab. His arm is abnormally long, longer than the typical steel sword. If it weren't because of the long-reach spear, Carter would have gotten caught.
He knew, obviously, so he used the spear to his advantage.
The beast whirled its arm around, trying to catch anything within its reach. Carter withdrew the spear so that it wouldn't be grabbed. The monster was slow on its feet, but its hands were fast.
Its speed wasn't comparable to the Minor Spider, but the unpredictability of its attack was what prevented Carter from attacking it head-on.
Carter waited for it to finish its tantrum. When it reached for the spikes to break them again, Carter thrust forward, aiming at the same arm again. Another hole was created, and blood seeps out from under its flesh.
The beast growled in anger and reached for the spear. It was unsuccessful. Carter made sure to attack it while it was distracted so it couldn't take his weapon.
The beast tried to free itself again, and Carter poked another hole in that same arm. Its nerves were now damaged, and that arm fell lifelessly to the side. The Mutated Prisoner pouted its lips.
"Oh no, you don't."
Carter hopped to the side, avoiding the giant ball of spit flying at him. The acidic spit lands on the ground and starts foaming. It was at that moment Carter saw a gap to attack. He had never tried this before, but he wouldn't waste this moment.
Carter thrust the spear at the beast's mouth. The tip went all the way to the back of its head. Its acidic saliva spread everywhere in its mouth, reaching places that it wasn't supposed to touch. Carter pulled the spear out immediately.
The acid burnt the beast's own flesh, and it let out an annoyed shout. That attack had nothing on it, and it felt very little pain. Its eyes seemed almost to be provoking Carter, despising his weak strike.
But then the Mutated Prisoner opens its eyes wide. The blood from its throat filled up and mixed with the acidic saliva.
Carter picked up the shield immediately and hid behind it.
The beast shook its head like crazy. Its blood and its saliva seemed to have some kind of effect. One that it really, really hated. The blood and spit splattered around aimlessly. Some even caught on to Carter's shield.
A miserable gagging sound came out of the prisoner's throat. After a while, it quieted down, and Carter stuck his head out to have a peek. The Mutated Prisoner's head hung down without any movement, its long tongue was hanging freely.
Carter poked it with the spear, but no response. To be sure, he stabbed it a few more times to fish for any reaction.
It was really dead.
Carter dropped the spear onto one of the tables in the room and let the shield stand. He walked to the large locker and reached his hand behind it.
It was there, the secret lever. Carter pulled it down. Immediately, the spikes that were holding the Mutated Prisoner retreated to the ceiling. The trap of this room was now deactivated.
This room was made to be used by the Alchemists inside the Dungeon. Other than them, there were a lot of test subjects, mostly death-row prisoners from Ascador. This Mutated Prisoner here was probably one of them.
To prevent the prisoners from causing trouble or escaping, traps were scattered everywhere in this dungeon, and only the Alchemists knew how to deactivate them.
Carter now walked freely on the tiles, and none of the spikes were reaching down. He looked through the cabinets in the room, hoping to find a bottle of water or some liquids. This room should be full of them, as the Alchemists had been hanging out here usually.
A brown leather flask was found. Carter opened its cap and let the smell fly out. He didn't dare to smell it directly, it could be a poison of some sort. No colored smoke was coming out.
That was a good sign, as it indicated this was not poisonous. Poison flask in Darkness and Bloodlust always had this effect.
Carter then brought the flask closer to smell. It didn't have any smell at all, it seemed like normal water.
Carter didn't trust it one bit. He walked over to the dead prisoner and poured some on it. Clear liquid flew out and drenched the corpse.
It was actually water. Carter was then satisfied.
He splashed the water onto his shield and his spear, cleansing off the spit of the beast from his weapons. Leaving it on them would only bring trouble in the future.
Carter also found some pieces of fabric in the cabinets and an empty leather sack. He first tore out the fabric and used the cloth to clean the weapon.
Take care of your weapon, and your weapon will take care of you. This was extremely true for Darkness and Bloodlust, as weapons could be degraded and even broken. Now that it was the reality, this habit proved useful to Carter.
After making sure everything was clean, Carter continued to loot the Infirmary.
There was quite a lot of food inside this room. Most were rotten, unfortunately, but Carter managed to snatch some that are still in good condition.
Two flasks of clean water. A dozen hard biscuits. Even a bottle of alcohol, that was a catch. The alcohol could be used for a lot of things. Carter also picked up a good amount of fabric, this could be used as makeshift bandages.
He stuck all of them into the leather sack.
Apart from the food, the rest were tools and surgical instruments. Even though Carter knew they were used for surgery, these instruments looked like torturing devices. It would prove useful later, so he took some.
Carter knew what he wanted from this dungeon. To get it, he would need the help of the herbalist, some surgical instruments, and a special kind of medicine. These instruments were perfect for this task.
The rest were the tools. Hammers, scissors, and some torches lying on the benches, but no lantern however. Carter recalled the traits of this dungeon in his mind. These tools had no place to use, so he left them alone, only picking up the torches.
Last was the tall locker. Carter grabbed its handle and opened it. Luckily for him, it wasn't locked. Inside it were some Alchemist robes and more tools.
Each robe had a long-sleeved pair of gloves to go with it. Carter put on the gloves immediately and stuck a robe inside his sack.
He ransacked through the rest and found a lockpick.