The spiders only reaction to the kick was to pass some gas and release a bit more webbing slop. He couldn't help but snicker, yes fart jokes were forever a thing and he had never heard a spider fart before. Still he was now defenseless, well...weaponless, because everything was covered in webbing. The Unnamed Runt began to wiggle out from under the spider, Grunthor helped drag him out.

[color=red]"No I'm not planning to drag this back. It'd take too long and would leave us vulnerable."[/color]  He stated before blinking. Combat range? That meant a monster was still around and potentially eying them. Unknown began groping around for the knife. [color=red]"It's still in the spiders head."[/color] Grunthor said as he went for the torch and picked it up. He raised it up high to try and get more light.

He didn't care about the orc corpse, he cared what might be lurking in the dark ahead since it was clear back towards the entrance. [color=red]"We need fuel for the torch..."[/color] He muttered. With no sense of modesty he used his loincloth to wrap around the torch to make it burn longer and potentially brighter.