Chuck keeps an eye on it just long enough to be sure it's going, then turns towards Alistair and the massive spider. He clips the walkie talkie back into his jacket, and double checks the location of the flare gun.

He's got no real weapons to fight with, since the spider dragged his stick away, and he drops the leg he's holding -- it'll be useless against the thick spiked armor on the legs of the older spider. He's useless to Alistair on the ground.

He adjusts his gloves -- happy he's wearing two pairs, though not sure they'll help -- and sighs. Well, it's time for something really stupid.

Chuck jogs towards the side of the spider Alistair's not currently thrashing -- with a little luck, and the right hand hold, he might be able to climb this thing.