The Spider-Woman's leg punched through Hajin's guard and threw him sideways across the pit.
He hit the floor, rolled, and rose onto one knee with the Chain humming at his grip.
His ribs were screaming already, and at least two had broken from the first exchange.
She filled the pit in a way the Gate's rating should never have allowed, eight black legs under a house sized body.
A row of red eyes watched him with a calm attention that did not match her violence.
Her body blocked the only gap in the root wall, framed by the hole her hunters died making.
"You move well," the Spider-Woman said, her voice slow and amused, "for something this small."
Hajin spat blood onto the floor instead of answering and pushed off toward her again.
The blood pattered onto stone that had already drunk too much of it today.
The Chain lashed around her front leg, and he pulled hard enough to strain both shoulders.
