>Make a dash towards the east.
>Be prepared to meet any attacks along the way with the pointy end of the pitchfork.
>But only to deflect said attacks, don't need anything stopping the mouse train!
>You break and dash eastward. The spiders that had been spreading west of you turn to pursue, while the nearest leaps at your side as you pass near it.
>You bring the pitchfork round to intercept the attack, thrusting at the spider mid-leap. You feel the tines pierce its underside as the spider's pounce meets metal instead of flesh. Its cry of surprise and pain is so shrill you nearly wince. Without breaking stride, you give the pitchfork a hard swing in the other direction, flinging the spider free of the tines and into the rock face. It tumbles off in a twitching heap.
>You keep dashing forward, covering another dozen feet or so. You seem to be outpacing the spiders behind you, but they're still pursing rapidly.
>Two more spiders come into view ahead of you: another green one, charging straight for you, and a larger dull gray spider, following more slowly to its side.