It was apparent to the Archivist as soon as he left the smoke cloud left by the collision of web and rocket that his foe had quickly spotted him. It was irritating, though it suggested a lack of trust in his own weapons if he had so expected the spider to survive. He also had failed, or at least logically had failed, to spot exactly what it was the Archivist had sent to strike against him. 

His demonic foe had obviously overestimated his own perception, as he fired at what he could see, the dirt kicking up from the ground. The rocket skimmed past him and exploded on the ground some distance behind him, sending grazing sand to scour the Archivist’s back, but doing little to halt his approach.

The Archivist was incredibly intelligent, but it was hardly rocket science for him to note the bunching of his foe’s muscles that suggested some form of leap upwards was coming. He decided it was only polite to cut the little monster off there, because in his lower right hand the sticky web substance still remained, and he launched it like a whip still attached to him, upwards and straight across, to collide with his foe in mid-air. It had taken milliseconds for the Archivist to calculate his momentum and trajectory, so his web-like whip would wrap around his foe’s upper-left leg as he had barely left the ground. Certainly before his rocket attack would be plausible, lest he be blown to pieces by his own explosive, as the Archivist continued to barrel forward while his whip was extended, abandoning his camouflage as he did so. When the whip of web made purchase, which he was certain it would as significant movement in mid-air was beyond any creature without wings, he would simply launch web from his other lower hand, ensnaring the other side of his foe’s body while continuing to move towards his position, and tugging towards him. Once completely unbalanced, it would be easy to bring his claws into the small child-like creature’s body, while negating the usefulness of the rocket launcher.