Ryder knew his chances of getting away were low.
If the spiders relied only on their webs, his chances were high. However, that wasn't the case at all. Those closest would lunge at him any time there was a chance.
He twisted away from another incoming strike and countered in the same motion, his blade carving across a spider's face and rupturing multiple eyes before he pushed off its body to regain distance.
The brief success did not grant him time to recover, because another lunged at him the moment his feet touched the ground, forcing him to shift again and disregard trying to retaliate, lest the others catch up.
This wasn't a one-time exchange. How many times has this happened?
Ryder couldn't keep track. For nearly five minutes, he had done nothing but move, evade, and retaliate in fragments, never once gaining full control over the situation.
And never once feeling as if he could lose them.
