[Perhaps, in some bizarre way and at least for this particular situation, the life Vin grew up in is almost a blessing. She's never been that afraid of things like spiders, or bugs or whatever else crawls around in the dark corners she'd ended up taking shelter in. True, she didn't particularly feel comfortable with the thing at her back, but it doesn't hold any special terror for her.
The same can't be said for the woman it caught, for whatever reason. For a moment, Vin considers burning her brass to try to Soothe away some of that panic but she seems to get herself under control enough that she isn't tangling herself up any further.]
I've almost got it. [It's not easy. The knife is sharp but the webbing is sticky and she has to keep scraping it from the edge. Right, her legs. Running is their best option. Shooting a glance back, she sees the spider still struggling with the piece of metal stabbed into the soft spot behind its head but its eyes are back on her, realizing something is trying to steal away its prey. She could kill it, she thinks, if she had something heavier and longer, a good sword or maybe a spear, but she can't see herself doing the job with a dagger. At leat not without getting far closer to those fangs than she'd care to. So, running it is.]
Okay! [She straightens up, having cleared away as much of the webbing from the woman's legs as she could before the spider settled down and started toward them again. Reaching out, she stokes her pewter, flooding herself with strength far above what somebody her size and weight should have.] Take my hand and pull as hard as you can!
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The same can't be said for the woman it caught, for whatever reason. For a moment, Vin considers burning her brass to try to Soothe away some of that panic but she seems to get herself under control enough that she isn't tangling herself up any further.]
I've almost got it. [It's not easy. The knife is sharp but the webbing is sticky and she has to keep scraping it from the edge. Right, her legs. Running is their best option. Shooting a glance back, she sees the spider still struggling with the piece of metal stabbed into the soft spot behind its head but its eyes are back on her, realizing something is trying to steal away its prey. She could kill it, she thinks, if she had something heavier and longer, a good sword or maybe a spear, but she can't see herself doing the job with a dagger. At leat not without getting far closer to those fangs than she'd care to. So, running it is.]
Okay! [She straightens up, having cleared away as much of the webbing from the woman's legs as she could before the spider settled down and started toward them again. Reaching out, she stokes her pewter, flooding herself with strength far above what somebody her size and weight should have.] Take my hand and pull as hard as you can!