The spiderwebs struck Kenza more as a hindrance and possible threat than anything else since she sympathised with most predatorial creatures and beings. The world was ruled by the selection of the fittest, be that by wealth, intellect, or strength, and spiders participated in that web of relationships just like any other deer, wolf, or human. That being said, she too was worried about the webs and the danger they posed. Judging by the thickness and gloss of the almost-opaque silks, the webs weren't produced by ordinary arachnids that haunted mundane houses. Their thickness also proved a problem because Kenza didn't know whether she would be able to cut them -- the hunters' tools were, put lightly, old, and Kenza knew that spiderwebs were both sturdy and sticky enough to catch their spinners prey.

"Yes. Do you suppose cutting them would be a good idea?" Kenza asked, frowning as she held her sword up to compare with the silky strings crisscrossing the path ahead of the hunters. Beside Kenza, Mistletoe was silent, eyeing the webs warily. 

On the older hunter's part, it wasn't so much fear as it was extreme wariness; Mistletoe disliked venom, and that exact substance was the web owner's weapon of choice. Something about the way the substance sapped away at the prey's life force slowly, draining it enough to slow the bitten down but not enough to kill seemed cruel to Mistletoe. Unlike most weapons, venom was built most times to weaken, poison to kill. So, naturally, Mistletoe had developed an aversion to everything venomous -- snakes, spiders, and other creatures with sharp but hollow fangs and venom sacks.

If she'd been a few years younger and more inexperienced at keeping her feelings in check, she would have immediately recommended that the group try some other way. Now, however, Mistletoe knew that spiders -- unintelligent as most of them were -- were the hunters' best bet, so she held her tongue.

"You'll probably have to cut it clean and fast, if you don't want to get the blade stuck," Mistletoe said. "But, if you do, the web will snap back, alerting the spiders." She paused, frowning. "As much as I hate the thought of having to deal with the biters, I think they're the least troublesome of our worries in this castle -- the flying warden and the Wolfwing being among our most."

Kenza nodded at the archer's words, seeing her point. "What do you say, Derrick?"

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