Conjuring swords, at least, is familiar enough that it doesn't throw Severs for a loop.

"I'll worry about the spider's name once you start worrying about mine," she quips almost playfully, pitching forward and neatly diving out of the hole that the hero guy had hacked through the cage. The slope below has her sliding and scrabbling, but she twists, finding her footing on the precarious, steep slope. Severs draws her poisoned arrow taut with practiced smoothness.

Inhale.

The monkeys are focusing on Roy, just as he predicted. From this lower position, it's a little harder to aim, but this isn't her first rodeo.

Hold your breath.

The ape who launched a coconut at Roy with that weird little wooden tube gets her focus first and foremost. Take the ranged ones out - he's only got melee. If any of them come after her and Guzma, then she and Ariados can pick off the spear-monkeys as they charge, with any luck.

Exhale.

She fires. The ape that shot Roy screeches, an arrow now firmly embedded in its ribs. Its protests quickly turn to smothered, pitiful gurgles as Ariados' venom does its work. One down, five left.