[She sees them moving and throws herself down, dropping to the forest floor- there's no time to dodge more gracefully or carefully, no room for planning and tactics, just the frantic instinctive response of a being trying to survive.]
[Even so, the shot only misses by a hair.]
[Her hand tightens unthinkingly as she drops, pulling threads but not the threads she'd intended, the ones that would choke and crush. Instead, the web as a whole pulls upward, going from just above the ground to the treeline in a sudden rush. ]
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[Even so, the shot only misses by a hair.]
[Her hand tightens unthinkingly as she drops, pulling threads but not the threads she'd intended, the ones that would choke and crush. Instead, the web as a whole pulls upward, going from just above the ground to the treeline in a sudden rush. ]