Trawerr and Wanda's blades moved in a deadly frenzy, slashing and piercing the spiders that appeared in seemingly endless waves. The floor of the cave turned to a slimy carpet of blood and shell fragments, and the thick, damp air was filled with the sickening smell of burnt flesh and scorched webs. With each movement, the blades tore through the sticky webs that hung from the walls, and the echo of the spiders' screams of agony echoed in the darkness, mingled with the grunts and sighs of the two hunters.
Trawerr felt his arms begin to shake from the constant effort, his muscles burning like fire as he struggled to keep his sword moving. Each stroke took more effort than the last, and each step seemed harder. He knew he was reaching his limit, but he couldn't allow himself to stop. Wanda was ahead, still dancing between the monsters with almost superhuman agility, her sword an extension of her body, slicing and piercing with deadly precision.
