Timothy burst from hiding, his eyes locked on the monstrous spider.
Something about her gaze had been fixed on him from the moment she appeared, though he didn't know why.
That didn't matter now.
His job was simple, create a clear opening and weaken her defenses for the others to exploit.
Nonso's skill wouldn't last forever, and without a proper plan, getting under the spider's belly seemed impossible.
Still, he had to try.
Vines were still constricting the spider, courtesy of Prisca, slowing its movements.
Seizing the chance, Timothy sprinted beneath the towering creature, machete in hand.
Limbs lashed out, but he parried them with narrow swipes, ducking and weaving until suddenly, boom! The spider slammed down on its stomach.
He rolled out just in time to avoid being crushed, sweat trailing his face.
However, there was no time to rest.
They needed to strike while it was down and that's where Helen came in.
Her appearance began to change.
