Of course I'm running! You think I want spiders tearing apart my ass?!

[Rory kept them covered with a well-placed shield here and there. When casting took too long, he launched jars at the spiders, some of which contained spices that irritated the senses. So far, this was going relatively well. Yet, how long could their fortune last? One of the spiders turned to Rory and hurtled its gigantic body his way. He ducked, though the spider never landed.

Was that... were those vines tangling around the spider? And—oh, they were embracing it. This was disgusting.]

Fuck everything. We got to get out of here, now!!