Alright. [ because what else could zita say? she isn’t sure what caused haein to carry such a fervour in this mission of theirs. he's usually so dispassionate about things - deliberately so - and so this change is worrying. she has no clue what's happening here.

well. no. that's not true. she has an inkling of an idea, with how he goes for the webs, attacking them with a ferocity usually reserved for enemies. she has an idea but she isn’t sure of the details. and he'll probably want to keep it that way too.

so zita makes quick work of hers. though this falls on a more offensive side of magic she's not used to, this is something she's becoming alarmingly adept with as the days had done by and the webs linger in the city. she unweaves the threads that make up the webs of the black widows. she easily untangles their magic and their memories, spooling them high into the air until they were only remnants and remains that left a bitter taste in one's mouth. ]

... I think those are the last ones of this area. [ she pauses with her words. perhaps she realises that if there are no more, there's a chance haein will simply move on and try to batter down the rest of the webs before recuperating from the use of the craft. ] Maybe those are the last ones.

Would you like to do a round here, to make sure none are lingering?