She rummaged quickly beneath the oil-slick poncho, originally mistaking his c**k for the weapon, then whipped the handle free and looked at it, depressing the blood-red switch and causing the great, golden, purple-hued blade to swing out with the ringing of steel. She sliced vertically between the bars, up one side of the spider and down the other, severing its legs, the stumps of which shot gouts of yellow-white blood. There was another series of beeps as Dravidian dropped its body to the floor and she looked down at it resolutely, the hair hanging in her eyes ... and the cage suddenly slowed, grinding to a halt, throwing Dravidian against the bars, and her against him, so that they were eye to eye and nose to nose.
They both jumped again as another mighty wheel started rotating rapidly
