Once human, the Sporebound Spikers are living testaments to the Bloodthorne’s corruption. Their bodies have twisted beyond recognition - veins pulsing with sap, flesh hardened into bark. From their swollen arms burst clusters of fungal thorns, launched in volleys that pierce armor and flesh alike.
 
They no longer speak, only hiss through mouths overgrown with moss, their thoughts dulled but their instincts sharpened. Driven by the Bloodthorne’s will, the Spikers unleash volleys of thorned projectiles with surprising precision for such wretched creatures. Though lowly among the corrupted ranks, their relentless fire can turn the tide of battle - one jagged spike at a time.