No knife.
Words that Kyle most probably did not want to hear with his current predicament. He subtly started scanning the floor if maybe it fell down somewhere, but the only thing he could see dropping beneath his feet was the blood dripping from his right arm, as well as the blood of the Arachne that sprayed on him like a fountain.
"..." Kyle then turned his eye to the arachne in front of him, before carefully glancing at the one behind him. And with the way they were just standing there, it would seem he wasn't the only one that was aloof-their seemingly lifeless eyes, squinting as they watched his every movement.
Were they wary of him because he was covered in the blood of their kin? Although the intelligence of these spiderladies was obviously lower than that of Arachnea, they shou
