"Corey, get a hold of yourself!" You shake him vigorously by the shoulders. "We've got to do something!"
Corey blinks hard and meets your glare. "Like... what?"
"Guys, I literally can't move anything!" Vasudha says, panic rising in her voice. "What's going on? Get me out!"
You yank Corey over to the web where Vasudha wriggles helplessly. "Grab her right arm, I'll take the left!"
With some hesitation, Corey obeys. Wrapping your hands firmly around Vasudha's wrist, you watch as the spider crawls delicately to its prey. Corey's eyes are closed tight, but Vasudha's are wide with terror.
A spiderleg gently taps Vasudha on the head as if feeling and testing the catch. "What was that?!"
"Don't worry, we're geting you out, Vasu!" you say between gritted teeth. You feel her arm starting to peel away from the web.
The spider, finding its catch acceptable, climbs onto Vasudha's head and makes its way down her neck, leaving a trail of silk on her heir. Vasudha shrieks, her back and shoulders tensing up with each tap of the spider's legs.
Corey manages to free her left arm. With renewed hope, you pull once more with all your strength. Her arm releases from the web along with the rest of her body, and the momentum sends the three of you careening backward onto the ground. The spider is crushed beneath Vasudha.
"Ew, ew, ew, ohmygod eew!" Vasudha rolls away from the crushed arachnid and begins furiously rubbing spiderweb off her skin.
Corey backs away from the spider corpse with similar revulsion. "That was the freakiest shit..."
Panting, you dust yourself off. "You two okay?"
"No, I am not okay!" Vasudha is a wreck. Her disheveled, web-laden hair certainly doesn't do her looks any favors, and she's lost her sandals. You look around and find they're still caught dangling in the web, the strips still sparkling despite the silky snare.
"Vasu, your sandals! I'll get them."
"Whoa, whoa," Corey holds up a hand. "Forget the sandals, Chel, let's come back with goddamn flamethrower!"
You look at Vasudha. She seems rather put out by the whole encounter, surely having her sandals back could salvage some morale and dignity? But looking at Corey, you can tell he's genuinely concerned for your own safety, arachnophobia aside.
