Aragog vs Orkin part 2
Harry watched in awe as a truly long line of military vehicles advanced upon the forbidden forest. The plan was to raze the area with constant bombing runs, then send in the tanks to sweep up the rest. The commander of the operation was a well built man, wearing a well kept military suit, his green eyes and stern demeanor seemed undisturbed by the impending chaos. It came to pass that Harry, in the midst of all this new age wonderment, had never warned Hagrid of the impending doom that was quickly passing by his cabin. It was all rendered moot in the next five minutes, as the first salvo of Hellfire missiles reduced his cabin to dust, with him still inside it. Thankfully, he was unharmed, somehow.
The next salvo reduced the forest to a crater. A massive crater with space enough for Dodger Stadium and its fans apparently. The missiles kept firing at a steady pace, slowly approaching Aragog, who was terrified and working feverishly to defend against the approaching blasts.
"We are Tarantula's, We DO NOT GIVE IN" cried Aragog as the missiles wracked the area. Wave upon Wave of spiders ran at the soldiers, only to be reduced to bloody dust by a hail of gunfire and explosions. Eventually, Aragog put in a call for help from beyond Hogwarts.
"We are being Overrun! Get me a secure line to Asset Metal 0-1
"what now? You're on the military's kill list, there's no way I can help"
"Don't give me that!, You owe me for the Basilisk, I'm calling it in"
"Easy Aragog, they'll be here in a tic"
A C-130 carrying a horde of Tarantula's appeared overhead. Aragog breathed a sigh of relief as the Military began digging in. Unfortunately, the guys at Orkin had rigged up a particularly effective anti spider defense and blew the plane out of the sky, killing the remaining horde. It did little to help.
More gunfire was heard as hordes of spiders parachuted to the ground, each bigger than the last.
"we're here to help, where do you need us" said the leader, a hulking behemoth of a spider.
"take defensive positions along the forest, send your best into the mist and prepare an ambush. I will be leading the defense" Aragog ordered.
The assault was beginning to reduce the forest to a parking lot. The mist did little to help the scores of spiders that now littered the area.
"RETREAT!" cried Aragog. He and a small contingent of spiders fled deeper into the forest.
Like moths to the flame, the Army sent in Special forces to clear the way. Their guts were hanging from trees, speared along branches and parts of them were markers to lure unsuspecting soldiers.
The commander smirked and said but two words:
"Flatten it"