A jagged, stone fist the size of a pick up truck careened through the air before smashing into the face of an oversized spider, splattering it across the ground like the bug it was. Or... the arachnid it was, technically speaking.
Stones fell from the arm once the technically not a bug had been splattered, its green blood staining the ground for a few moments before all signs of its corpse faded away, as if it was nothing more than a bad dream.
A bad dream with a nasty, extremely venomous bite.
Alexandra heaved deeply as she let the stones surrounding her fist return to the ground. Things were not going well on the North Eastern front. Their enemy didn't have as many numbers as them, despite their relatively close distance to the enemy city, or perhaps because of it.
