Though Fenn’s attention was focused on the enemy, his chains snapping out to catch the teleporting spiders, she could tell that her hound had heard her by the way his ears tilted her way even as he swayed on the trembling wires. However, the dog did not see fit to give her a verbal answer. 

Rather, the lengths of chain wrapped around his latest captive pressed inwards with a creaking sound. The monster seemed to bloat around the metal, too quick for it to disappear, and then burst, sending a spray of insect guts out of both its ends. 

One of them happened to be conveniently positioned to shower the waiting demoness with innards.

Lily, already covered in blood and gore, felt even more of the gooey substance cover every part of her body anew; hair plastering to her face and neck. Using her one free hand she wiped as much of its blood from her face as she could, glowering at the hound as balefully as she could given the circumstances. 

“Really?” She asked, spitting out a glob of something suspiciously tangy. 

“Should I have held back?” came the sardonic reply.

The demoness said nothing, instead taking off back to the fighting, making certain that her trajectory lead her above Fenn, and thus dropped more than a little of the blood and gore on Fenn’s snout and head. A small revenge. 

Now back into the fray, Lily dispatched another of the spiders by spearing its skull as it attempted to drop on her from above, and only narrowly rolling out of the way of another spider coming at her from the side in mid-air. She avoided its venomous bite, but it still collided with her hard enough to send her crashing into a small cluster of vines. She was bruiser and annoyed, but not truly wounded. Not yet. 

Her weapon had dropped from her hands when she was hit, and so she climbed up on the swaying vine empty handed, gazing out over the battlefield. She found the human—Soda, was it?—struggling with something. Whatever this something was, she wasn’t quite sure. One thing, however, was for certain: He was about to become spider food, unless somebody did something. Fenn, she knew, cared more about his fleas than he did their companions, the angry Nephilim was somewhere else fighting, and she could see no sign of the girl, dead or alive. 

That left Lily, and though she didn’t actually care whether the human lived or died, it was in their best interest to help each other, as doing so increased the chances of mission success, and then going back to more comfortable quarters.

And a bath. Definitely a bath. 

She arachnid was almost upon him, and she couldn’t reach him using conventional means. Luckily, she had means of travelling quickly. Once more she tensed in her entire body for all of a second, coiling together like a spring, before unleashing it all and speeding towards Soda and the spider with [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x6DUbxCpszU&feature=youtu.be&t=36]a thunderous boom and a shockwave[/url] of compressed air following in her wake. 

Like the one before, the spider had no chance of avoiding her, and so she took it with her as she crashed into it in a full body tackle, using its body to cushion the impact on the nearby vines. The result was a shower of blood and ichor, but this time she wasn’t alone, at least. 

“Rule number one on the battlefield, Kid,” Lily said as she jumped down to Souta’s position, brushing as much goo off of her as she could, “stay aware of your surroundings, or you’re dead.” She looked over at the massive vine he was shooting at, a puzzled look washing over her face. “What’re you even doing, Sopa?”