The spider continued its job of covering its prey with the spidersilk, but after it crumpled in on itself, it became apparent rather quickly that its prey had escaped, just barely. I hissed in frustration, but that anger was only temporary as Fransesca landed on it a second time. With Fransesca hacking away at it, the spider cringed and shook violently from the pain while also trying to shake her off, despite fruitless results. With no options left, it scrambled to the top of the cliff, Fransesca dangling off its back, then, as it reached the heights, it jumped off and back, falling towards the rest of the students, Fransesca descending with it. The spider seemed satisfied. It would die, but so should the human, according to the spider. It cared not what happened now.