"I might be, but I don't have that kind of tiAAAGHHHHHHH!" Gregor screamed as the spider leaped down from the tree. He drew on the the knives he had looted from the native hunters and lunged at the arachnid while it was distracted by Rain, aiming for the delicate joints the connected its long hairy legs to its body. If he could get in there he could probably lever one of its legs off.