"Crap," Aileen mutters, taking a breath and flexing the fingers of her free hand, getting ready to cast a spell, it seems. "Have I mentioned I<em>hate</em>spiders? As in really, really<em>really</em>hate them."<br/><br/>Hefting her blowgun to her lips, she waits for the spider to attempt to claim its prize.<br/><br/>(Initative, 1d20+2 = 19<br/>Attack, 1d20+4 = 14<br/>Damage, 1d2 = 1)