Where the fuck was she and why does her mind feel clear? Esperanta sat up, dazed, confused, and in need of a drink. Around her were strange people she couldn’t fathom existing and she grew up in a forest with all kinds of...mon...sters. What the fuck was that? Above her was a arachnid creature that looked like a deadlegs, except it had a humanoid torso instead of a thorax. Nope. She not drunk enough to deal with this shit. She looked around the room. Nothing here, but high vaulted ceilings, no doors or windows. No way out. Fuck. She looked up just end time for the legs to crash down on her and the other prisoners. She tumbled across the floor, rolled onto her knees, and looked at the other side of the room away from the deadlegs. She pulled her mirror from her belt, was sucked into it, then popped back out on the other side of the room. 

The others were fighting it, but she was looking for a place to hide. Screaming, blood, shrill cries from the all around her while she ran for her life. It was too much to remember, especially in this situation. Deadlegs wasn’t looking at her, preoccupied with enough distraction that she doesn’t have to be involved. Instead, she pulled her flask from her bra and held it up to her mirror. A second flask fell out of it and into her lap. She stuck the original back in her bra and took several twigs from copy. Only half as strong at 48% alcohol, but she’ll have to deal with it until she gets out of here. The vodka burned her throat and sinuses. That’s the good shit. Her head spun for a moment, then she was up and ready to face the copy of her nightmares. A young girl, thin, and taller than her shot arrow after arrow that exploded upon contact with the webs the deadlegs shot out.

Then she was trapped under a web. Esperanta cracked her knuckles, held her mirror up and teleported right under the creature. She opened the copy flask and poured all the alcohol out of it, then made five copy puddles. She teleported to the girl’s side and grabbed an arrow from her quiver. 

“I’ll be taken that.” She teleported behind the deadlegs, pulled her arm back, and threw the arrow under the creature. The arrow exploded and burned a fire under the creature. It screeched horribly. Damn. There's fire. It's burning and no water to put it out...Maybe she shouldn’t’ve done that. Too late to care now.