Splat! Something warm and sticky hit Fuchsia's upper-left leg as he hurled himself upwards. What the fuck? Did that spider just ejaculate on him!? What kind of-.. Okay, It wasn't -that- bad. He'd been subjected to worse things in hell and all. But still, that was the weirdest thing he had ever been attacked with in a fight. So fucking disgusting! Oh Satan, it even reached all the way back to the spider like a thread! A sperm thread! Stuck to his leg! He felt violated, to say the least. The Archivist was such a pedophile.
It didn't halt his jump much though, odd thing that. He drew his dagger, Slaughter, with his left hand. The spider kept approaching, now no longer invisible, it seemed like it had started doing something with it's other hand right after he ejaculated onto Fuchsia the first time, as if it pleased him to see. Oh. Wait. No, it wasn't going to.. Did it..? Was it masturbati-..SPLAT! OH! WHAT?! NO! RIGHT ON HIS PANTS! GET THAT SHIT OFF! Fuchsia immediately slashed across the two strings of spider sperm with his dagger, the blade tearing through it like butter, cutting him loose before the Archivist could attempt to pull him down. Disgusting!
Fuchsia continued his upward movement as intended, and eventually reached 30 feet. Before doing so, however, he screamed out in disgust. His fancy pants was smeared with the sticky white substance, and would have to be thrown away and burned. He also had a strong urge to take a shower, something demons rarely, if ever, do. Needless to say, he was angry. Really angry. That the spider had the audacity to think him it's sexual plaything..! He was way underage for that! He was saving himself for someone special, and that fucking arachnid had to go and ruin it! His usual cheerful demeanor took a drastic turn for the worse. Vengeance. He would violate the bug so badly, so thoroughly, so far past the line of anything a human would deem overboard, that it would force the most hard-boiled demon to throw up just by -attempting- to imagine it. Death would be a welcomed gift that neither excessive begging or pleading would ever bring! Eternal damnation.
As the dagger tore through the web, he sheathed it, simultaneously bringing down his Hellzooka towards the now very visible Archivist, Fuchsia's body hurling upwards into the air, a fire in his rage-filled eyes. "Fuuuuuck yoouuuuuu!" He shouted, as he pressed the shit out of the trigger, launching rocket after rocket, insult after insult, down towards the spider in a spread burst. Five rockets, all in all. They would blast the ground and his foe apart upon impact, reducing the Archivist to mangled body parts if it didn't move. If it did, Fuchsia would adjust his aim accordingly. By the time all the rockets had met their mark, he would be 30 feet up in the air.