His metallic hand delved within his pouch, practiced fingers retrieving the two objects he sought with ease. They were both orbs, one like the explosive that he had so carefully detonated earlier to seemingly little effect. Whatever the creature was, it was immune to the concussive force of a grenade, or it was quick enough to outrun a shockwave, neither boded well. The other was of a similar make but of a different colouration, and he intended to use it very soon for an experiment of sorts. First though, he wanted height again, because the creature was rushing back down a tree.

Casually, he threw his explosive to his spider ally which it deftly caught in its mandibles. Then, he took a glance behind him and spotted a likely target for his grappling hook, which burst forth from his left arm, plunging into the trunk of a tree some twenty feet behind him and thirty meters up. He was yanked quite forcefully off the ground even as the creature prepared to unleash its little project, having worked on acid or the like, though it would find its plans initially scuppered by his hasty retreat. It could follow of course, but completely motionless and with even its clockwork innards briefly silent, the spider lurked in its path and out of its web, having found some hollow to hide within. The irony of that was not lost on the Clockwork Man, who might very well have smiled if he was not trained on the area before him and the creature that attacked him as he flew through the air with pistol in one hand and deadly device in the other. 

He arrived with characteristic grace, detaching his hook and standing on a sturdy limb not far below the canopy, sighting a likely target for his second plan in moments. The tree adjacent to him, closer to Ananze. He launched the object in his hand toward it, activating the blades in time for it to cut deep into the wood and settle there, another piece of the scenery. Then, he waited a moment, tracing Ananze’s skittering path through the forest as best he could from his vantage point.