Delaware Thompson surveyed the cavern. "Looks like a trap either way" she mused to herself. "Take the path, and I'll be prey to whatever lives in the slime. But use the poles, and I'm betting those spiders will descend down for a quick meal - knowing this region, they'll have lethal poison no matter how small they are."
She touched the gun holster. No help there. Killing a few eels or whatever those cave dwellers are, or a few spiders, would not help against the many that would remain.
Then she had an idea. She looked towards the ceiling. The poles seemed in better condition further up, and dry, the moisture from the water below mostly staying near the ground. Risky, but it could work.
She swung her whip in a wide arc, wrapping it around the nearest pole, and swung her way across to it, protecting the torch as best she could against the rush of air. As she landed, predictably, skittering could be heard from high up, spiders starting to descend down. She quickly unwrapped the whip while climbing up the pole - and then held the lit torch to the top of the pillar. The dry part of the wood caught fire, rising up towards the ceiling, and enraging the spiders who chittered and halted their advance, blocked by the flames. Delaware quickly swung her whip, wrapping it around the next pole and swung across to it.
She planned to repeat the procedure pole by pole, until she would finally land on the other side of the chamber. But as she continued, behind her, the burning poles started to collapse one by one, until an ominous creaking started to sound from the ceiling, becoming ever more rapid. "Uh oh." She quickly picked up the pace as the ceiling started to collapse, large boulders raining down onto the chamber behind her. "Looks like I'm not going back that way." The other side of the chamber was so near, and she could see a dark tunnel leading onward...
Post edited August 07, 2021 by DiffuseReflection