Moonspear m'lady is vicious

She was too predictable, a spider whose movements were unfortunately read, and gave a sporting match toward ferociously snapping back. Successfully pushed back, she grunted in a retreating effort that sprawled into a rough near-tumbling downward from the sheer strength that waws given. Power, Desdemona thought as she panted and crudely lunged forth again in a desperate attack, to grab the shoulder and not just a sparring match between teeth, but an actual limb to latch upon. Though a unlucky aim, for she had done this attack while in the midst of leaning far too much to the left.