Falling into the cadence of fighting takes no thought, only the reality; Sizhui sighs over his state of no-dress, and Jingyi wheels away on the balls of his feet, tail held low and lifting as balance when he snorts, lips pressed into a frown. He leaps forward following the assist from Sizhui cutting through the burst of webbing, the contorted form of the spider starting to even out as he brought his sword to bear on one of its joints, cutting through and slamming his hilt down on the leg that flies toward his belly.

"I was flying!"

As a dragon, he means, and he's already leaping back away from two more legs swiping his way, along with a burst of irritating blood that flecks across his lower abdomen. He's captured the focus of the spider enough that it tries leaping after him, using its remaining good legs, curling its body forward to shoot another burst of silk.