She's not worth dying for.

You don't like it but you haven't gotten this far just to be sent back to that canyon. You weren't high level enough to be free of your spawn point and all your XP would leave you as soon as you died. You could live with trading the girl in if it meant keeping your freedom. You can have the girl. You pull back your cocoon, dumping the bleary eyed priestess onto the forest floor. As soon as her eyes adjust she starts screaming and several spiders skitter forward and wrap her tightly in thick silk. You watch mournfully as they ferry her struggling form off into the bushes...oh well, plenty of fish in the sea. The head spider watches her go, waiting for her to leave sight. Then it turns back to you, its expression unknowable, "...Kill it." Oh you little shit. And the hollow dissolves into madness.

Dozens of dark shapes leap out of the shadows, biting at your fibrous body as you curse their treachery. The worst part is that they can throw themselves at you mercilessly, they'll just respawn half an hour from now with a vague memory of a particularly aggressive dandelion. You aren't exactly defenseless though. Your vines sweep out in great arcs, splattering purple fluids on the ground as you beat back the encroaching horde. Most of them seem almost suicidally willing to run up and bite into your flesh, dealing at most 2-4 HP of damage, but then just as quickly falling back (which was usually where you caught them).

It takes you a minute to understand: they're trying to poison you. Except you were a plant and therefore immune. They seem to be realizing as you rapidly thin their ranks, tiny Dings signaling your XP gain. They withdraw for a moment, some outright fleeing into the bushes. HAHAHA...FLEE! FLEE, LIKE THE INSECTS YOU ARE! Bad choice of words. A dozen larger spiders that had been hanging back suddenly throw themselves at you in a rage, "We! Are! Not! INSECTS!" Every monster has a weak spot, something they'd been called over and over by heroes till the mere word itself threw them into a rage. You probably should have just said 'like the arachnids you are', maybe they would have preferred the correct terminology.

Unlike their smaller "sisters", these spiders had some serious fangs. You could feel your HP diminishing at an alarming rate simply from the brute **** of their bites. ROOOARGH You bellow as you flail about, trying to overwhelm them with sound again, pushing every advantage you had. Unfortunately, these spiders were waaay past caring about ear damage and the pain only increases their frenzy. You feel your movements start to slow as your hard flesh cracks and splinters under the ferocity of their attack...

In the end you're thankful you were created a plant. Getting ripped apart by enraged spiders wasn't something you wanted to feel in excruciating detail. POP! You appear back in the canyon, just a little flower, rooted in place. Awaiting **** at the hands of another party of heroes. You flop back on the ground. You're not letting yourself get angr-toolate-FUUUUUUUUUUU...