It had been watching The Injured One ever since she laid her hesitant feet within its domain. There had been others, yes, but in this One it could hear the stuttering of her breath and the quiet throb of the burning limb dragging behind her. Even though her Claw gleamed bright and angry in the strange light, the scent of weakness was intoxicating.

It had to have her.

The others were too strong, too risky. It had seen their fighting in the way only it could - strange, abstract thoughts as they lurched, ever so graceless but ready for bloodshed. It had no desire to lose a massive limb, stretched out and up with eight beady eyes swiveling and blinking from the dense canopy ahead. Somehow she had never once looked up to see the bulbous body eclipsing the light, brushing silently through the trees and leaving a web of spun silk in its wake. A giant on silent wings. It had never known fear - never known the reason to fear, as strong as it was - but always knew caution, creeping through with careful steps and drooling fangs until she settled herself down underneath a soft tree as if to rest. It wished to embrace the Injured One, settle its teeth within her nubile flesh and spin until she was simply a shallow husk, a plaything for its amusement. Perhaps it would string the shrunken corpse by the neck, warning all others of the death that lingered unseen?

Its feet anchored itself on firm branches and disturbed a nest of rodents. They were too small to be taken notice, but they saw the grisly appendage and fled, scuttling down the tree and into the One. It twitched its fangs but hesitated; to inject, to kill, it would have to get too close to her Claw, too close to death. It was not stupid like its brethren, no - omnipotent and so very patient. It would wear down the dwindling stamina and drink the veins so dry they cried dust.

A quiet rustling before the massive form dropped down from above, a single wicked limb flying down to club at the One.

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[[attacks Yaron, block, 0.0]

Perhaps it had underestimated the Injured One.

Despite wanting to be so very careful, it felt the sharp sting of her Claw slicing across its large head. It recoiled back in rage, skittering to the side in a flash of limbs even as it kicked away her possessions from the makeshift arena. She was still fast despite the limb that refused to work, nestled protectively behind her even as knuckles so tight they turned white gripped the wooden pole. Fangs flickered angrily but it wasn't right - no, not yet, there were still too many holes, too many problems. It had to keep beating away, get her vulnerable and slow.

Venom dripped towards the ground even as it raised up on its hind legs, massive abdomen brushing the dusty floor to crash its weight back towards the smaller figure.

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[[attacks Yaron, broken right foot, 6.5]]

The brunt of its oppressive weight fell to one side, limbs as hard as rock hurtling down in an effort to maim. There was a tremor that shockwaved outwards as it landed, punctuated only by the sharp crack of bones splintering within. That sweet sound took its attention away from the pain seeping into its head, flesh bared and angry for the world to see. Multitudes of eyes flashed even as the coarse hairs stood stark, testing the breeze for a change in outcome.

It advanced on her, barely feeling the sting of her Claw as she lashed out in desperation. It had felt the bones snap until its limb, the cry of pain as she had crumpled to the ground. The Injured One was now The Crippled One, ever so close to death but never quite there. The urge to bury its fangs in her flesh and simply drink was proving to be overpowering, but it shifted on the side of cautious as the Claw snapped out, the reach dangerously far.

The forest shook as it circled, abdomen high in the air even as a spurt of silk caught the edge of the tree. It would begin to spin its web, ever so slowly to trap the One that would soon be nestled in its eternal embrace. No Claw or Hot Light would deter the hungry that ached in its endless thorax and expanded to a pain that would throb greater than the streaming hole in its head or the sting in one of many shoulders. It had to have her. Now.

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[[attacks Yaron, Bruised Left Knee, 3.5]]

The club of its foot smashed into the One's already broken leg, but there were no more sounds of fragile, snapping bones from the inside. The string of silk attached to its abdomen drew taut and it hovered for a moment, rearing back to strike again.

Filling because reasons. Ow, that hurt but not really. I'm getting annoyed and my head's starting to hurt from that huge chunk she's taken out of me. Let's crush her!

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[[attacks Yaron, miss, 0.0]]

Well damn, somehow I missed that prone figure on the ground. Maybe it's because I keep falling over or whatever. Oh well, next time.

[[Sorry about the mix-up, and yaaaaay no antivenom!]]

Alright, I'm going to take over now, since we're on a time crunch for the day and this needs to get done.

Humans are not tasty so the macromantula attacks with its legs again.
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[miss — 0.0]

It reared back in pain, something that could be considered a squeal escaping from the malevolent maw as one massive arm began to gush blood. The Claw had struck true, slicing viciously as if there was no resistance presented. The grass drank greedily as it flailed, staggering before falling heavily on its side. Its limbs twitched - they curled in and somehow it managed to ignore the stinging pain of pulling words - once before going still, nothing but the soft drip of venom from its silent fangs penetrating the space. The Crippled One had won.

For now.