Michelle watched as the group destroyed the Taijitu despite its struggles. They were all capable of taking it down, and here she was, losing the strength in her legs. Who was she to think she could be among them? She wasn't like them; she couldn't face something like that. The Beowulves were different, they had been far away and easily shot down. Now, without her weapon by her side and the threats so massive, was she one to stand a chance against them? Before she could finish her thoughts, a hiss interrupted them. She turned to see the arachnid looking at them, almost glaring, then turned around to fire its sticky silk at Michelle. 

She reacted quickly, shielding herself with her cloak, then released the clasp when it started dragging her off the platform. She landed badly, her shoulder hitting the ground, then rolled on the ground a few feet before stopping on her back. In her haste she had dropped her pistols, and they now lay near the base of the pillar she had been on originally. So many things had now been taken from her: her rifle, her confidence, and now her cloak. She spotted her glasses on the ground, and reached over to pick them up, but stopped. She was weak, she knew that. So, she decided that it was time to get stronger, and it started now.

She finally got back up to her feet, then looked at her glasses on the ground, which now had a crack in one of the lenses. She didn't really need her glasses, though; they were just cosmetic. She picked them back up, but didn't put them back on this time. Instead, she placed them in a pocket. Then she went over to the pillar and picked her pistols back up, reloading them as she did. She took a deep breath, then exhaled.Michelle tightened her grip on her pistols, then turned to face the chasm. She was ready to fight once more. Meanwhile, the spider was distracted with what it thought was its prey. She was ready to be the Huntress she wanted to be.