She was so close.
The creature's spinnerets snapped as the blonde was pulled closer to her, her ankle not even a spindle of spider silk's length away. The daughter of Athena was so close to her mouth that she could practically imagine what a fulfilling meal the young demigod would be.
But all of the monster's hopes of a nice meal and a clean victory were dashed when suddenly, the cavern above her head collapsed, and a hailstorm of ridiculously expensive Italian sports cars rained down upon her. Some landed with a satisfying crunch on the ground, and others seemed to bounce off the Athena Parthenos with ease, like the 40-foot statue contained a force field. It got even better when, like an angel falling from Heaven, ared car that she somehow managed to identify as a Fiat 500 throttled towards her.
She barely had time to register how painful the impact would be before the car collided with her face; she found herself falling, down, down, down, into the black abyss below...
As Arachne spiraled into the inky black nothingness called Tartarus, there was only one thought on her mind:
Revenge on Annabeth Chase.