There was little he could do but watch, taking note of her figure and its fluid grace as she sashayed across the room, and then back. The wicked gleam in her eyes drew a shiver down his spine. He knew not what she schemed, but knew only it did not bode well for him.<br/><br/>Then she was upon him, though she showed little fear. Chin tilted high and lips pursed together uninvitingly. So easily she moved through the strands of magical webbing that bound him there. The heavy weight of the armor upon his shoulders sagged, and with a solid thud they fell away. At once, the muscular slopes of his broad shoulders heaved with relief, belying the stress its weight had placed upon him.<br/><br/>He wordlessly watched as her skillful fingers danced across that molded armor, with its etched depiction of a royal, noble dragon emblazened upon its surface. Her black nails contrasting with the reflective sheen of the bluish-white silver and steel.<br/><br/>The metal armor peeled away from the statuesque form of her captured white knight, and once that final piece of protection was stripped from him, he heaved a final, almost pleading growl.<br/><br/>"Kill me, spider," he demanded, looking to meet her gaze with fierce determination.<br/>