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[ Right. Tim scoops up that ax and... okay he gives a long look at those explosives... but no.

And then he darts back along that far wall, looking through the broken glass to try and find the next window nearest the Spider. ]

[Tim finds one, easy enough. A bigger window for two eyes tow watch through, though they are currently closed as it tries to shake off the last of those flames.

As soon as Algric starts trying to move him, Jon's eyes widen into alertness. Head moving trying to see what's happening. He feels himself being tugged against the buried restraints and makes a noise, quiet and broken through the spidergag.]

It's - it's okay, Jon. We're here now. Tim's fighting off the spider monster and I'm going to get you out of here.

[ He tugs gently at the gag, trying to peel it back. ]

[ He sees those closed lids- and has no idea how thick or protective they are. So he waits, adjusting his grip on the axe handle (there's a stickiness, a pull to the wax of his hands) and he readies it like a bat.

The moment that lid begins to open, he's going to swing. ]

Hey, arsehole!

[The gag tugs off, pulling at Jon's skin until it's free, and pulling a thread of magnetic tape recording with it from down in Jon's throat. At the end is a cassette that comes out at the tugging with a pop leaving Jon gasping, coughing as he tries to get fresh air in gulps.

The Spider hears the call out, stops and carefully opens a lid on the far side. Just to see. But there's contempt there, hating the Fire and its kind.]

[ THAT -

That is fucking horrifying. Algric claps a hand over his mouth while the other ... slowly ... pulls a tape out of Jon. God. He's going to have so many nightmares if he gets out of this.

Focus, Algric. Focus on Jon. He lets out another little miserable noise anyway. ]

Th-that's better! It's better. Oh god. Say something, Jon?

M-martin?

[His voice is broken and small, like it hasn't been used in decades. He makes a miserable noise in the back of his throat, limbs dead weight and tugging against the webs restraining his arms and legs into the little cocoon.]

Why- Wh-why are you here?

[ God, Jon. Algric gently moves to free the rest, then, and pull Jon into his arms. ]

Algric. It's -

[ He swallows back a small sob. ]

Tim and I are both here. We came to rescue you.

[ The far eye makes it hard, doesn't it? He might only get one shot.

He heaves the axe into a hard swing, angling it into that arachnoid eye with all of the fury and heat he can manage. ]

[Under Algric's hands, the threads tear easily enough, letting him free. Jon's weight shifts entirely to leaning on Algric, still confused.]

But-

[He eats his words as the Spider lets out another massive animalistic scream at the pain in its eye. It's being blinded and it Hates it.]

[ Ohhh god oh god. Okay. Algric is pulling harder!! ]

Arguments later! Hold on and I'll climb back out!

[Look he would help if he could! But with the restraints gone, Jon's whole body slides out of the muck and against Algric. It does send a few more spiders down his front and away out of the pit. Sends an involuntary shiver down his spine.

But he's out. He's free.]

What is the plan then?

[ He's free, and Algric is holding him tightly. He moves to gently sling the smaller man over his shoulder. ]

W - well, honestly, I hadn't planned much past getting you out of there? We. Probably have to kill the spider, though.

...Yes, I. I don't much think she'll let you leave, let alone me.

Right. So. Spider murder it is, then.

Spider murder it is.. [He echoes back. A moment, just getting his breath. His voice is still cracked like a delicate chinaware.]

Sorry I'm not much help at the moment.

[ Above, there's the sound of the axe being pulled out of something viscous, and the sound of exertion and broken glass, the fwoosh of fire. Another swing, trying for another eye. ]

It's fine. All you have to do is hold on, okay? That's all.

[ Algric climbs slowly out of the pit. Or tries to, anyway. ]

[The eye goop is dripping freely from the wound Tim inflicted, starting to catch with the bursts of flame. The Spider reels back, five of the eight now destroyed.

Jon ducks his head into Algric's shoulder as the room tilts again, the Spider screaming.]

[ Tim stumbles as the room tilts, dropping to one knee for a moment, and panting for breath. He doesn't see them come up yet, he's too busy watching for the next window ... ]

Wh - what - what's going on --

[ Algric levers them up? But then the room tilts and he goes sliding on the floor. ]

Tim?

[It just now registers that Algric said Tim was here as well. But seeing it over Algric's shoulder before they go sliding has his heart hurt - and the Spider flinches again from the pain there.

As more of the Spider bleeds, Jon's voice drops. His scars darken and small bits of tape threading drip out.]

You're both - Really... Really doing this.

[ The head of the axe thumps against the ground as Tim uses the handle to push himself up out of the sticky webbing... and- ]

Algric! Jon! ... Oh thank god, you got him.

[ He can take a moment, just one moment. ]

I - I did. I'm here. He's ...

[ Not safe? But Algric levers Jon between them so he can have support on each side. ]

Is - is hurting the spider hurting him?

[He shakes his head. Words intent to soothe.] No. Just - Tim's been doing a lot, looks like.

[That Spider is in so much pain. Jon watches it writhe in its space outside his heart. It starts a new tactic, trying to put its mouth to the open windows, fangs wide and open to catch whatever it can.]