The flying club did what he wanted, catching the net made of, most likely, sticky webbing. He'd retrieve it later, for now he had to keep moving and attacking. The other orc runt ran out of mp and blitzed the slowed spider, latching onto its abdomen and began shanking it. Said spider was bucking and flailing its back legs to attempt to dislodge the Runt from its back.

Both of Grunthor's weapons had taken damage, one more so than the other. He'd have to examine the club to make a new one, spikes or not spikes. A simple hefty bludgeon was better than a pointed stick for durability and damage. Before he could either discard his sharp stick or stab the spider he got nailed in the chest by a glob of goopy webbing. Probably just the raw material. But it stuck to him, which means it'd stick to other things, like the ground. 

It seemed panicked, but who knew with arachnids, and a last ditch effort to get Unnamed off it threw itself backwards. After that everything got quiet as it stopped moving, aside from slowly doing the arachnid death ball pose. Carefully getting to his feet he tried using his Sharp Rock to scrape the goop off his chest. [color=red]"You alright under there?"[/color] He questioned as he gave the spider a kick to test if it was truly dead.