Chuck tears the injured leg off as he rolls out from the spider, gagging at the sound it makes.

He can't help feeling bad -- this thing is small for its species, and unprotected, and in pain -- but it's trying to kill him, and depending on how its magic works it might be able to. He smacks it hard against the face with the flat of its own leg.

"Just go," he yells, furious, raising the walkie talkie as well. If it doesn't retreat, he'll kill it.