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[center][b]Aubrey Adkins[/b][/center]
	Well, now I know what Athena meant by that whole wasp metaphor, although I did not think that that would entail having my skull crushed.  I tried to pull his hand away from my face, but all my attempts were in vain.  Anyways, even if I did achieve getting his paws off me, in doing so, I probably would have gotten my face ripped off.  So, what was I supposed to do now?

	I am not entirely proud of what I did next.  While the desperate nature of my situation could excuse for my actions, I’m pretty sure we all were told not to do this as far back as elementary school.  This Greek wannabe had his palm planted directly over my mouth.  Therefore, I bit through my mask and clamped my teeth down on the man’s palm.  I continued to apply pressure on his hand with my teeth until he released his own grip on my face.  At that point, once I no longer felt an excruciating pain on my face, I released my jaws.

	Now that I was free from his powerful grip, I suddenly tasted iron in my mouth.  I must have broken through his skin.  With a quick glance towards the man’s hand, I could see that my assumption was indeed correct.  Well, looks like so far the trick is [i]kind of[/i] going as planned.  However, I had this confusing and mixed feeling about the blood that I tasted in my mouth.  Obviously, the normal reaction would be disgust, which I definitely felt.  But at the same time, there was this strange satisfaction in its taste.  I felt horrified at such a thought.  Hopefully having conflicted emotions is a good sign that I am not some sort of wierdo.  Hopefully.

	Now for the next stage of the plan.  Throughout the short battle between this man, who seemed to be a Greek warrior, and me, if you could even call it a battle, the portion of my costume that had been covering the lower section of my spider abdomen had partially ripped, which revealed a reddish-orange hour-glass symbol on the underbelly of my abdomen, right below my spinnerets (yes, I know that this is kind of weird.  Its not [i]my[/i] fault).  I repositioned myself in my web so that I was more than an arm's reach from that man and so that he could clearly see the hour-glass symbol.

	[color=B22222]“You see this, you pagan?  That’s the definite mark of a Black Widow spider.  Black Widows usually only bite and inject venom when threatened by an external force.  A regular sized one could kill a man without proper medical treatment.  What do you think will happen to you now that you have the equivalent amount of venom for someone my size in your veins?  Give up and maybe we will give you the necessary medical treatment.”[/color]  Hopefully this will work.  While I am not entirely sure I have venom glands in my mouth, I still have that whole statistic that the human mouth is more "dirty" with bacteria than the mouth of a dog on my side.