"Arachne?" Asked Steve, taking a step back. Stevie promptly fainted in his arms. Steve wobbled.

"That's right," crooned Arachne. "Not even a greeting?"

"Shut up! You know I have a perfectly good reason not to welcome you, vile beast!"

Arachne plastered an innocent grin on her face. "Vile beast? When will you be starting with the 'thees' and 'thous'?"

A soldier stepped forward and tried to stab Arachne with an iron sword. Arachne nimbly dodged and wrapped the soldier in a gauzy wrap. A woman from the village cried out-probably the soldier's wife.

Arachne didn't miss a beat. She advanced, her glowing red eyes narrowed into slits. Behind her, a cave spider bit into the soldier. He cried out. Arachne didn't even look back as the soldier died after writhing in agony. By now full wails were erupting from the crowd of villagers. The village priest hissed, "Shut up, woman!" the sobs ceased, though a sniffling continued.

Arachne stepped closer, clear pleasure on her face as she heard sounds of pain. She knew she was going to win. She would stop at nothing for royal blood, pain and fear.

Arachne took another step. Then her feet slipped from beneath her and her smug expression changed to a surprised one. She slid hard into a lever and activated the red stone trail. The trail led up to the dispensers and the first dispenser shot out poison-soaked sponge.

Twelve of Arachne's soldiers were killed.

Arachne glared distastefully at Stevie and Steve.

"You are only delaying your death! Give up!" She hissed, trying to gain footing on the slippery ice. Then her head jerked forward and landed in a thick puddle of ink.

"I HATE YOU!" She spluttered, her mouth full of ink and her face with rage. She didn't notice the carefully placed torches next to the trail of ice. The ice gave way, and Arachne was plunged into a pit. The villagers hurried to put a glass lid on top of the pit.

The woman stood in the middle of the glop, staring with unspeakable hatred up at the crowd above as she watched Steve and Stevie's army easily overpower her's.

"I'll be back," she murmured, caressing her brooch, which was glowing brighter by the minute. "Just you wait."

And that's pretty much it. Not a good ending, I know, but I'm nine years old, so give me credit.