The chamber flashes with green light when another spider comes skittering down, and out of the corner of Adrasteia's eye is a mushrooming blast of Fade energy that throws up a wall for the spider to bounce off. It drops on its back, before a leg or two along with a spatter of black gore goes flying as a more direct punch of energy slices through it.

"Any ideas?" he says, glancing at them, at the leaking ceiling, at the twitchy shapes of giant arachnids crawling down walls and descending on thick ropes of silken web. "'Cause I got, uh. One."

It's a bad idea, so, he's open to suggestions.