'I need a distraction.'
About a hundred meters away, Jin's group worked near a particularly silk-rich area. Just above them, an especially large colony of Weavers constructed new networks, their white forms moving with deliberate purpose.
The annoying bullies hadn't earned Ren's true hatred, at least not enough to wish them death... Weavers first trapped their prey in enormous amounts of silk before filling the cocoons with digestive fluid.
It wasn't a pretty death, but it was very slow, and a disturbed Weaver colony was an easy target for Professor Zhao's eyes and intervention.
Jin's group wouldn't be in real danger.
With careful movements, Ren approached a nearby tree. A tap here, a vibration there... The threads began trembling in a way any Weaver would interpret as trapped prey struggling in their nets in Jin group's general direction.
