Calvin
*As the cavern remained still and quiet, filled with the rotting and the decaying. The drow turned to his left arm, slowly attempting to moving it and realizing it was firmly stuck onto his body. His right arm was no more, as it seemed to have either been eaten or ripped off.*

```"I cannot move my only arm. It's firmly stuck onto my ribs. Do what you must even if you may harm me, I am no stranger to pain."```

*The drow explained sounding rather frustrated at his situation, his breathing was slow and steady. With all things considered, he seemed rather calm and wise enough to listen to the witch. His one eye was watching them, studying and curiously watching what these humans are capable of. Almonde would give Esme a firm nod as she spoke in a soft tone.*

```"Perfect. I can make a platform just in front of him, and then make a slide. It should be strong enough, yes? But, I'll need to concentrate so... Mr Drow? Could you keep an eye out? Please?"```

*She would speak first to Esme in a low tone before looking up to question the drow. Before she would begin her prayers, she knew that she would need to focus on the barriers. Having an extra eye out seemed useful to ensure they did not get ambushed. The drow seemed to cooperate.*

```"Gwylyss. And yes, I shall make myself useful. I am ready. If you must harm me to be faster, then do so."```
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*Gwylyss said in a firm toned voice, a rough cough could be heard muffled slightly the webbing. Almonde took a moment to look around, sizing up the cavern and trying to measure the distance between the drow and the safest place to land onto. A steady barrier in front of the drow, for Esme to land onto and for the drow to step on. A second barrier to provide a makeshift slide to ease the fall onto the waters. It seemed like a steady and good plan. With a deep breath and a firm stance, she began to make her prayers.*

```"O Merciful Mother of all that breaths, lives and dies. Please heed my words, please protect us with the light of your embrace and love. Be the shield against dangers, be our roof from he horrors and be the might that pushes the darkness away. As you may."```

*Almonde would say as she'd hold her staff over her head, pressing her forehead onto the staff in deep meditation and prayer. A sizeable barrier would begin to form in front of the entangled drow, a floating platform. Big enough for two individuals to stand on. A second barrier began to form, just next to the first. A 35 degree barrier formed a makeshift slide that ran down to the shallow waters below. It wasn't going to be a safe landing but it was the most quiet place the drow could fall to.*

```"With haste! We must act swiftly."```

*Gwylyss would say in a low tone, he could feel the posion is in blood beginning to burn inside his body. Slow yet constantly reminding him to their presence, he was very eager to feel relief and the taste of freedom even if it came from two humans.*
Merle
*With a plan in motion, Esme doesn't hesitate to act. Her hand reaching down. She grabs hold of her dagger that once rested against her thigh, attached in her garter belt. She is swift in unsheathing it and before long. The once beautiful witch turns into a small songbird of white. Promptly flying up. She gets close to the drow and transforming back into her human form when she is close enough. Grabbing hold of what she can, latching on so that she may begin cutting.*

"S-sorry..." *She mumbles as she is now a bit in his personal space.*

*But this isn't the time to get nervous over closeness, his life is on the line. So she infuses her movements with a big of magic and promptly begins to cut. Now that she is closer, she can see just how ill he looks. Nothing her magic cannot fix, she has cleansed spider poisons. She first starts on the rougher parts of the web. Trying her best not to cut him while also doing what she can to ensure he is detached.*

"I'll cleanse you of any poison if you are. Venom will not take you today, sir." *She reassures as her movements are quick and precise.*
Calvin
As the witch's dagger began to cut, the sticky and thick webbing felt as if she was cutting a thick leather material. Layers upon layers had been aggressively wrapped around the drow who kept a eye out. Glancing at the witch with his red eye, the dagger was cutting true. Slowly, the drow's body was getting loose and revealed. It seemed he wore leather armor, ironically decorated silverlining of spider webs and spiders. However, the once proud armor was ripped, melted and torn. The dark skin of his was covered with scars and fresher cuts, he had most likely been in a serious fight.*

```"Oh, enough of your pity. I've been humiliated already, Songbird."```

*The drow said in a very low tone as if he was mumbling. His breathing was slow and his body looked weak, yet his gaze was as sharp as the witch's dagger. The cavern was filled with an intense and heavy air, as each second felt like a passing summer. However, her cuts and precision would ultimately free the drow. His upper torso free, only a few cuts over his limbs and neck provided much easier.*

```"You've done enough. I'm free."```

*Perhaps a mix of frustration and impatience, the freed drow would push his body away from the sticky wall through a very painful feat of strength. He managed to pull himself off the wall, and jumped onto the barrier. Accidently bumping into the witch, but swiftly grabbing her hand. Pulling her back to the center of the barrier.*

```"Don't even thank me. I can believe I'm even breathing the same air as you. Bu-"```

*The drow would say as he let go of the witch, he looked up suddenly as the webbing around the cavern began to shake and sway slightly. He would grab the dagger from the witch and immediately jumped down the slide. Loud clicking noises echoed around the cavern as the once bright light began to be shadowed by something massive climbing down the cavern walls.*

```"The dark one! She has returned! Ready yourselves for a fight."```
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*He would say in a low tone, as he arrived down the waters near Almonde. Almonde kept her prayers up as she'd fail to notice the large spider that had climbed down with a new victim in its fangs. The witch would meet with its many eyes, the aider was massive. Around the size of a minotaur, legs that reached the ends of the cavern and back. It's new victim was seemed to be a deer of sorts, barely alive as the venom drained its life like a flame over fresh. The barriers began to fade as Almonde's concentration began to be interrupted with fear.*
Merle
*Esme only briefly looks into the drow's darkened red eyes. Resistance is something she often deals with, especially from men who believe themselves gods. But to have that fuelled by racially driven superiority is a whole other can of worms that the witch prefers to avoid. But she cannot help but let out a small chuckle. It is not meant to mock nor even look down on him. In fact, it is quite the opposite. The drow are some of the most sturdy people one could meet. Their culture never sways and as years pass they always stay true to their original roots. It is not her place to judge on that and he is clearly a born and bred warrior.*

"Trapped or not, you are alive. My words are not meant to pity, I admire your people." *She replies softly just before she hears a snap of the web.*

*With a small gasp, Esme tries her best to prepare herself. Her instincts are to transform into the bird mid fall and stablize herself into a glide, at least that was the plan. Yet before she can she feels a force knock into her and as her eyes widen. She grits her teeth in anticipation to a nasty fall. A bone will be broken for sure and though she does not scream. Her eyes fall shut and then... A touch, though not kind nor is it gentle. She is tugged forwards and her safety is secured.*

"Well I'll thank you any-" *Esme starts as she tries to comb out her hair. However, she is swiftly cut off by the sudden appearance of the giant spider.*

*Her eyes then dart towards Almonde and she promptly calls out her name to get ready. Her grimoire ignites in a blue radiant flame and Esme takes position. There is no way that their new drow friend isn't poisoned. But that will have to wait, at least briefly. She will not let anyone fall today. Her vision sharp and her hearing astute. Esme slows her pulse, breathing steady as she focuses in.*

"Stay within my range. Neither of you shall endure death today. Gwylyss, keep hold of my dagger!"