Thrashing about wildly, it shot out white webs sporadically- left, right, center- trying to entrap its assailants. But by her sides, the gigantic white wireworms remained as unmovable as mountains. The rocks broke apart under its frantic jerking- spilling dust, and sand sendiments rolling down the hill.
Above, the sun dipped further down- leaving barely a quarter of its circumference- dangling above the hill.
Lying on the ground, and watching the forces of nature, Nexus' fists tightened and tightened. His lower lip was twisted in a snarl- and he heard the outer walls of his skull pounding violently.
For some reason, he was riled.
Almost a hundred yards out- across the ravine, on the other side of the hill, the Black Widow's movements began to slowly dull.
