carry your baggage up my street

there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters

Nodding his agreement to her idea without letting his gaze ever leave the spiders or the giant, Jack's senses are on as high an alert as they can get given that his usual advantage means nothing in their current predicament. He's unbothered by the squelching at least, his calloused fingers tightening around Flora a little as she turns to bury her face, leaving him to keep an eye on the other (many) arachnids considering the frost giant.

It might be the biggest threat but at least that's something they can all agree on, such that the crystal spiders really don't pay them too much attention right now as their focus remains on taking down the giant. It gives Jack the chance to step a few paces towards the thick webbing at their back, and for perhaps the first time, he wishes he had fire magic at his disposal. "Your daggers," he whispers under his breath, even as another spider launches itself onto the giant's other shoulder, sinking its fangs into the hulking creature's neck.

A razor sharp shard of ice appears in Jack's free hand and he glances fleetingly at the webbing. "We have to be quick. Any movement we make on this stuff will let 'em know somethin' is happening."