A turtle shell as a projectile? Fascinating. As a businessman, Obadiah couldn’t resist considering how to monetize such a thing. Perhaps use the knowledge of this girl’s abilities to create a car-mounted shell-shooter to stun other cars during a race! Brilliant! [i]Wait, where was i?[/i] Obadiah shook the genius ideas from his head for now to see the shell coming his way, with an armed grasshopper on top.

For a moment, he simply stood in place, unmoving but for the motion of putting his top hat back on, watching in anticipation as it came his way, while the spiders at his feet squirmed their way beneath his soles, lifting him off the ground a bit as he came to stand upon a blob of spiders. At the last second, he pointed his cane skyward and yelled, “To Narnia!”. Like a spring, the blob of spiders below his feet rapidly changed shape in order to launch him forward and eight feet into the air. His body remained straight as a stick as he front-flipped through the air, before landing, surprisingly gracefully, right next to Mywt.

“Well tie me to a pick-up truck and call me George Washington, you sendin’ an insect to fight a spider, girl?” he said, bending over to put his face at a level with hers. “Lucky for you, I don’t fight women. Insects, on the other hand…” He spun around on his heel to show his back to Mywt and pulled a second cane from his jacket in order to dual-wield them. “Show yourself, grasshopper, and I’ll show you why you don’t mess with a good ol’ boy.”