So Juna stood up above on that giant and beastly insectoid as it ravaged around wildly. Juna held her sword tightly in her hands and plunged its sharp steel blade deep into the shell of the arachnid, or at least as deep as Juna could dare to thrust it in. The gigantic spider, whatever it was, was irked by this, and when the nerves of the creature were felt by its mind and pain of the wound was felt, it began to shake and flail uncontrollably.
	
Juna could not hold on to the spider for very long when that was how he was acting. As it went to and fro, shaking and twirling, going one way one second and another way another second, moving and shaking wildly. Even Juna would not be able to keep her grip on the beast, and soon she would be flung from the thing. However, Juna was not fool, and instead knew quite well that, just as one cannot stay on a wild horse, one can neither long stay mounted on a giant spider, apparently. 

Juna was thrown off, yet she was expecting it. She gripped her sword, and it remained in her hand as she went off the spider’s back. She once again swung through the air, and she was in complete control. Juna was no amateur in a fight, no matter how strange or unorthodox it may have been. She landed, her two feet grounded and her two weapons firmly gripped into her hands.

The giant spider went down towards Juna, surely filled with anger and spite for the wound that Juna had given to it. Juna shifted her feet, dashing to the left and avoiding it. Then with a slash of her sword she cut through one of the spider’s leg, and it was once again recoiling in pain. Juna came up again, jumping up towards the spider’s mouth and striking it. The spider recoiled back in pain. Juna looked down at her sword that was covered in yellow saliva. As it began to disintegrate, Juna dropped it. She still had her long knife, and it would do. The gigantic spider had retreated from her, so Juna would see it as a victory.

After having finished the battle, Juna looked around herself at felt a fool. There was something else she should have been doing instead of engaging in battle, no matter how exciting it was. Where was Annara and Alonso? She didn’t know, although she aimed to find out. She headed back towards the others, or at least what remained of them.

Juna ran back towards Lothren. Juna had pledged everything to the man, even her very life. She wasn’t just about to abandon them. She hadn’t seen Annara or Alonso. It’s likely Alonso wasn’t there at all, and he hoped that Annara had gotten out. For now, she would focus on Lothren.

“Hey there,” Juna said, kneeling down to him. “You better not be dead. There seems to be something wrong with the ground, so you better hurry up.”