Extricating himself from the spider's tangled limbs, Moth shudders with relief. "Well, perhaps that wasn't the best move," he says. Taking a deep breath, he once again judges his moment, then tries to weave his way through the spider's blizzard of leg-strikes as he did before, to deliver another blow. "If I have to pummel the inside of that cavernous mouth to put this kumo down," he mutters, "that's just what I'll do!"
The weasel parts the cavern; dominates the touch of the blade!