[i]The spider screams, bashing it's head in on the walls, dying shortly. The frozen one had given up it's struggle, then started up even more fiercely than before. The lone bael that approached was not white, but red; an elder bael, even bigger than the others, fangs and legs dripping with poison, razor sharp. The struggling spider finally submitted, staying still in it's icy trap. The elder bael watched from a ridge, waiting for you to finish it's comrade; it made no move to stop you. Yet.[/i]