[In an ideal situation, Bruce would've kicked more of those super-effective sparks to melt the fat spider down to mush.]

[Nothing ever turns out ideally, and his healing magic helps to dislodge every last leg-- with some effort and avoiding razor-sharp mandibles, with varying degrees of success-- until the Nox is a big black ball that Aaron kicks down the hall.]

[Far away.]

[Never to return.]

...let's get out of here.