The bound he-man Blackstone, the buxom warrior-queen Iana and the traitorous Beya all looked upwards at the tremendous descending arachnid.

"I the Spider King, lord of the Atlanach greet you, Blackstone, great warrior, long wanderer. Hungry Blade of the Bone Wars. Butcher of the Dark Spire, the Jeweled Man, the Scourge of Hells Gate..."

The horned helmet continued to stare at the impossibly gigantic spider. Blackstone inhaled deeply. "Titles," he answered back. "One should not believe all that one hears."

The Spider King was the size of a house, a large lair like those shown in depictions of the past Ages of Man; when people stood in lines for things such as coffee with technology in their hands and when scores of spending made one person more worthy than another.

The creature's massiveness was held aloft by a strand of webbing that was at least two meters thick. It creaked but held the mighty arachnid without worry.

The eight-eyed being's legs worked in a visual orchestra while its red gaze focused on the bound warrior.

"Even my children fear you so that they will not descend any closer," the Spider King continued. "But I do not see an enemy, I see a possible ally." The inhuman royal's voice echoed greatly and vibrated every strand in the cave. Its mandibles clicked in front a mouth of fangs, venom and drool.

"Same pitch he gave me, Pebbles," Iana said from her bound position, "He's making a power play! He wants allies!" Blackstone drank in her delicious body, accentuated by her pose.

The hulking creature shifted its enormous eight-eyed head to snap a red gaze upon the Gray Lady. "And can you blame me? Do not you two-legs do the same?!? Gather forces for the next defense?!?"

"More like offense," Blackstone interjected. "More like another chapter of the Weave Wars."

"So, two-legs, you know of our conflicts?"

"I know the Weave Wars shattered what little peace there was in the world of the spiders," the warrior continued. "And like many wars, it was unnecessary, bloody and killed more innocents than those who wanted it waged."

The arachnid shook its head in denial.

The Gray Lady laughed. "You're just as fucked up as us two-legs, oh great king!"

"SILENCE!" roared the beast. "I will promise you power not only within our world but worlds beyond, Blackstone," the Spider King offered. "Join me, put your blade to mine, lead my armies...or die here. Now."

Blackstone was silent. Suddenly, he tensed up and began pulling on the webbing that bound his wrists to the wall. It was in this moment that both the Spider King and the Gray Lady were aware of how massive the armored warrior truly was.

Beya stood in silence and remembrance of such girth and physicality.

Every muscle of Blackstone rippled, every blade of his armor flexed and showed the striations, the tendons and the girth of the man's body. His chest swelled, his biceps bulged, his thighs, calves and back all stretched to put a near inhuman amount of pressure on the trappings of the goliath Spider King.

Blackstone's glowing eyes closed as he focused, as he concentrated on the task at hand.

Iana's mouth fell slightly open. Never before had she witnessed such power in a man. She would never admit it, but in this moment, she felt herself wanting Blackstone deep inside her.

There was a sound that grew in the cavern. It was an inhuman noise that was the creature's laughter.

However, the jeweled man did not stop his strain. He continued to pull with all his might.

"My webbing cannot be broken, warrior," the Spider King hissed. "In time, perhaps you could cut it but break it? No, no such thing is possible."

"I... agree..." strained the armored man, "That...is why...I am not breaking free...but PULLING FREE!" With Blackstone's might, he pulled loose the cavern walls where the webbing connected.

The warrior fell loose and before he landed, he had his firearm "Tribulation" and his sword "Retribution" in hand.

Waves of smaller spider creatures began descending down the cavern walls. Blackstone fired his weapon in rapid style, shattering countless attackers in sprays of green goo. Those that were not felled by Tribulation's firepower were sliced by Retribution's swing.

"HEY! FORGET ABOUT ME?!?!" Iana shouted.

With a perfect series of moves, Blackstone stabbed three spiders, kicked them from his blade, shot five more and spun, sending Retribution soaring in a spinning arc. The giant blade was like a large boomerang of death, slaughtering a series of eight-legged creatures leaping at the Gray Lady.

Retribution cut Iana free on its way, spinning back to its master.

The remainder of the Spider King's court stopped their descent and skittered away. Despite their overwhelming numbers, they feared the armored warrior dispatching death to their kind.

"It would seem," Blackstone began, his breath heavy, his body heaving in massive breaths, "That your army...is lacking...your majesty."

"I do not need them to deal with you!" The Spider King dove at Blackstone.

The creature's humongous fanged maw snapped down at the armored warrior. The man dove out of the arachnid's attack and struck the monster in its jaws - the blow rocked the creature as it shook its head. The Jeweled Man leapt up and slashed down with his sword, rupturing three of the king's red eyes. They burst in a shower of green ichor.

Screaming out, the Atlanach warlord swatted Blackstone and sent him soaring across the cave.

The walls shook from the warrior's collision.

He rose slowly and looked at the cracks that had formed from his pulling free and now from his impact with the walls.

"Shit," the Gray Lady said watching from the distance, battle-ready, "I know that look, Blackstone."

The armored man gave her the same glowing eye stare that everyone received from him.

"I'll get this side," she said with a grin.

Iana ran to a section of the cavern. "Over here, your highness!" The Spider King turned to face the warrior-queen.

"I am going to heel stomp every one of your asshole kids when I get the chance!"

The Atlanach roared with green goo running down its wounded face. It swung one of its mighty legs just as the Gray Lady dove out of the way. The Spider King hit the wall and cracked more stone and rock.

The armored man shouted out to the goliath spider. It charged him in a rage and swung its mighty limbs but Blackstone dodged the attack. The impact cracked more of the cave.

Iana repeated the same method - anger the Spider King, dodge his attack.

Back and forth the pair of armored warriors antagonized and sent the arachnid into a stone-shattering fury.

While Iana drew the creature's attention, Blackstone summoned all his strength and slammed both fists on the ground. The cracks in the cave gave way and the floor beneath the Spider King collapsed.

Gigantic spindly legs reached out in failed attempt to grab onto something.

Ruptured eyes spat out goo.

Venom dripped and sprayed from hissing and clapping mandibles.

The Spider King hissed as it fell into the abyss below. "BLAAAACKKSTTTOOOONE!!!!!"

The armored man fell to his knees exhausted. His gloved hands dripped blood of his own and he flexed them painfully.

Behind him, the traitorous Beya crept towards him. She retrieved the same rod she used to shock Blackstone once before. However, before she could incapacitate the armored warrior, her hand was stopped.

Her wrist screamed as it was crushed by a tremendous force. Before the young woman could scream, she turned to see the Gray Lady holding her arm.

Iana tried to mouth an insult but just stared with hurt in her eyes. She struck Beya and sent the woman flying into the same bottomless pit as the giant arachnid.