007: Insecticide? Please...

When I woke up, there were 2 big spiders lying on the other side of the room. I already had my set of knives, but they were added to my shorts. (By the way, my clothes were white loose shorts and a sleeveless loose shirt.) I picked one of the throwing knives and threw it to the one of the eyes of the spider on the left. It striked on the exact eye. Please die for me. I don't want to melee the both of you at the same time.

Shriek! Well, nice waking up, huh? I dashed to the other one, while the other was dying of blood lose, since it couldn't stand up. The one that could fight raised its leg to try and attack me. I unsheathed the knife for melee and parried its attack upwards in reverse grip, and immediately stabbed its stomach that had raised due to the parry in orthodox grip. I positioned myself in its back with a jump in which I spinned, tightly grabbed it, and unsheathed the other melee knife. I stabbed in the eye and jumped backwards. 'Insecticide? please... I won't spend money to ask someone to do something I can do... That would be wasteful...' The exhilarating feeling of the adrenaline rushing through my veins began calming down as I steadied my breath. 'I wish I could fight more...' The gas began seeping into the cage. Guess that was it for today. I lied down to avoid falling to the ground like the other two times (although I didn't mention it). 'Good night, whoever is watching...'(or reading...)