>That makes things simpler.
>Pull the knife from our belt and stick it in this things guts.
>Try to shove the thing off once it's been shivved.
>Keeping one hand firmly pinning the first spider to the ground, you pull the hunting knife free of its sheath. As you do, the spider drives its fangs into your skin, feeling not unlike a pair of stilettos, you imagine. Gritting your teeth against the pain, you slip the knife in between the spider's limbs and stab it through the underside, nearly piercing clear through. The spider's reaction is shrill and immediate. So near your ears, its cry borders on physically painful and the sensation of its many limbs twitching against your body remains distinctly unsettling despite the far more immediate pain from its bite.
>Pushing against the knife, you try to shove the spider off your shoulder. While the convulsing arachnid itself offers no apparent resistance, you feel the fangs catch in the wound as you push. You wince a little. With a bit more effort you feel them tear free, eliciting another grimace from you. The spider flops off your shoulder and onto its back, twitching ineffectually as ichor oozes from a large puncture in its abdomen.
>Looking ahead, you can see a third green spider round the corner.