THE OUTLAND

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The torch died just as I found the second staircase leading to the level where, judging by the bracelet, the very spider I came to hunt should live. I hope it's not too big and not very poisonous.

Something crunched under my foot, and I forcefully forced myself to take the next step. I really did not want to know what crushed just now. It will be easier to sleep later. The second torch lit up easily, quickly, the darkness receded again.

And at that moment, on some reflexes, I staggered to the side, put the stick in front of me - and someone's jaws immediately closed on it. Or chewed. Or pedipalps—hell knows what the biting organs of arachnids are called. One way or another, he was waiting for me at the very stairs.

- Oh, you!

I pulled the stick out of the monster's grip by force and swung it hard. The stick hit an empty place - nature also did not offend the reaction of the spider. He jumped back, sat down on his hind legs, preparing to throw. I too froze, studying my opponent. It's o