[FolkMaster]

Ohhhh yes! It was always good sport when they fought back! Anansi's laugh sounded like a hissing cackle. He grappled with the human, having far too much fun compared to Benji's utter terror. Some kind of soft, leathery shell slipped off the human's foot in Anansi's hand. He regarded the object, wondering if he could eat it, but then discarded it regardless. He grabbed Benji's ankle instead. Those arms were nuisance, though. When one flailed close enough, he grabbed it too. With one limb in each hand, the spider began dragging its prey down through the trapdoor into a burrow. Benji's screams just fueled his excitement. This one would do nicely!

The patch of earth closed over them, shutting away the night sky or any nocturnal sounds of the jungle. Only Anansi's scuttling legs, Benji's shouting, and his desperate fingers clawing through the dirt made any sounds deep down in the tunnels. The beast dragged the human for a few miles through the darkness. They came out into a larger den of sorts beneath the roots of a very large and very old tree. Strange, bioluminescent fungi grew all along the floor and walls, finally letting the human see his surroundings. After tossing the pale stranger into the dirt, Anasi reached inside the pack for the strange device from earlier today. He pulled out the camera, dropped it on the ground, and then stepped on it with one of his spindly legs. Odd... no bullets inside...