As expected, the tattooed man didn't get far before the spider's huge backside swung, releasing a mass of white spider silk that accurately hit his face. He hadn't even managed to tear it off his face when the spider swung its backside again, this time releasing a single strand.
This strand of spider silk quickly connected with the mass on the tattooed man's face. As the spider swung its backside again, another mass of silk was shot onto the ceiling. Through this coordinated sequence of actions, the tattooed man was now hanging in the air, his legs suspended and writhing wildly.
Clang.
The knife in his hand fell onto the floor. In this predicament, the tattooed man's only hope was to tear away the spider silk from his face. Even though it was fine, it was incredibly resilient. His attempts to rip it off were futile, and the sticky silk ensured it was clinging even to his burning face.
"F*ck!"
