Futility of Struggling
"No, no, no…!"
He frantically swatted his arm in a panic, backing away and picking himself up before slipping right into a curtain of webs.
"Gah…!"
It certainly wasn't there before; the net of webs that entangled him as he thrashed his limbs about. The cobweb was made out of scarily powerful threads; they were adhesive, sticking to his clothes and skin as his physical strength alone wasn't enough. In fact, it seemed the more he tussled, the more he was caught in the webs.
As he got himself tangled in the colossal cobweb that stretched from the grass and between trees, fuzzy arachnids the size of his head began closing in on him.
"...Hell no!" He yelled.