Hajin slammed into the pit wall, cratering the rock behind him, and spat a mouthful of blood onto the floor. The spider's first blow had caught him clean across the chest, and it had hit like nothing else in this gate had managed.
He had blocked most of it on the chain, and the strike had still thrown him clear across the pit. He shoved off the wall, blood in his mouth, and his eyes snapped straight to Juna.
She was still down where the aura had dropped her, moving too slow, her body wrecked from the rabbit and nowhere near healed. The spider was turning on her now, one leg lifting high to spear her where she lay.
Hajin moved before the leg started its drop, the chain snapping out of his hand in a streak of gold. It wrapped around Juna's waist and yanked her clear of the strike, dragging her across the floor into his reach.
The leg came down where she'd just been, punching straight through the rock.
