>Suppress a smirk. We'll definitely have to introduce her to Marisa.
>"You ever live as a normal animal? Never thinking about anything but the next meal?"
>You suppress a smirk. She obviously doesn't know who she's dealing with. At the same time, you stifle a grumble over how much more effortlessly Marisa probably could have mopped up this whole mess...
>"Everybody gets hungry," she says. "How many friends have
you watched starve to death?"
>"Hey, if the spiders hadn't attacked those cows, the people out there wouldn't even know you existed. And you couldn't even stop me. You wouldn't have a hope in hell against someone with real power."
>Smirk a little. Took all your best shots, little spider, and we're the ones standing tall. Suck on that, 8-legs.
>"You need to find another food source for you and your spiders."
>"You're only still alive because of...
that." Again, she nearly spits the word, as though it were too vile to hold on her tongue. She glares hatefully at the blade in your hand. "And this time I'll make
sure no one else can find it again."
>This time you
do allow yourself a little smirk. Despite the extensive list of your own injuries, it's pretty clear that you've come out on top. Given the state of her leg, you're almost amazed she's still standing.
>"Why? Spiders eat what they can catch. They didn't do
anything wrong!"
>"Or, find a way to get it that doesn't involve going to war with your neighbors. Which, you know, is entirely possible."
>"You'd kill us for
eating? After it's your fault they were all starved?"
>Her glare deepens."I won't let anyone lock us away again."