You realize that you can still reach for your pocket, and you pull out your trusty Swiss army knife that your grandpa gave to you when you were ten years old. You hastily cut the threads of the web as the Spinarak close in on you, and manage to cut yourself loose just before one would have taken a snap at your head.
You fall about ten feet and hit the ground with a loud thump. Luckily, you landed in tall grass, which cushioned your landing, but you find your ankle twisted at an unnatural angle. Good job, you went and sprained it. As if your day couldn't get any worse, you notice a movement out of the corner of your eye. You turn around to find a menacing Bisharp glaring at you. It seems like it's waiting for you to make a move before attacking.