"Spider, since when your threads are this durable?" His eyes shot with blood, and the veins all over his body bulged as his wounds closed. "I knew they were sharp, but I never heard of them not snapping under the weight of a slash."
She looked at him with a smile. "Did you really think I ever needed to fight? Mostly, my poison would be enough." She lifted one hand and pulled a fan out of nowhere. "I always only needed my threads to deliver the poison, not attack or endure hits."
As she brought the fan down, hundreds of near-invisible threads all flew forward, aiming directly at Han's neck. He lifted his sword, and in the blink of an eye, brought crashing down at the first of the threads.
