She had not been sure what to expect as she ascended to the next level of stairs.  Her mind had been racing with possibilities, why would anyone want to attack her husband?  On the day of his father’s funeral, no less.  Eve suddenly wished she had remained home to wait for him, at least then she would have been closer.  Violence like this was a rare thing in this part of the city, thanks to the wealth of the east side.  Still when she finally made it to the top of the stairs, her eyes were filled with a ragged and injured looking Casey.  His face immediately shifted from fierce determination to horrified concern as his eyes connected with hers.<br/><br/><br/>She then caught site of the creature pursuing him, she had seen such a thing in books in school, but she could not place the name of the thing.  Eve turned her attention back to her husband, motioning for him to continue toward her.  They had to get out of here.  Escaping meant survival and that was all that mattered right now.  As Casey got closer her hands moved from frenzied gestures to more controlled motions.  She had a handful of protection spells in her arsenal but that was not what she called upon now.  Instead, she pulled from her family’s are of expertise, the magic of the mind and the magic of the body.  She spun the spell between her fingers, her hands dancing and moving as she suddenly thrust it forward, the spell moved through the air like a lightning bolt, striking the spider-like creature, who had started to advance toward them.  His speed was suddenly slowed, as his muscles tensed immediately and then relaxed almost completely.  She had more or less used a spell that relaxed his muscles, the kind that might be used to soothe pain.  In this instant it stopped the vile thing from continuing its attack.<br/><br/><br/>Eve turned to continue down the stairs with Casey, and as they began to head down, a single, sudden crack filled the air.  Eve though the spider’s companion had missed, until she noticed her white blouse blossoming with a deep red color on her shoulder.  She looked back in the direction of the second attacker, a foolish move.  Still, the creature did not fire again.  It stood there, many eyes wide, in an expression she could almost interpret as equal parts surprise and fury.  She turned back to the stairs and tried to move, as the pain in her shoulder began to take hold.<br/><br/><br/>“Go.  The DMS will be here.  We need to go.”  She said, her voice not quite as firm as she had hoped.  She could heal up, magically stitch the skin back together once they were out of the battle, but they had to make it out first.