[A snarl purses Law's lips as he takes a step backwards, trying to keep his distance from the ooze the scorpion is spraying. With the way it was burning through the sand like that, he wasn't keen on getting it on his clothes--or on himself for that matter.]

Uhh... Okay, I guess? Beats trying to fight in the snow, at least.

[He kicks at the sand with a foot.]

I'm guessing you've got an idea, right? I'm all ears.