[i]The legs, of course, [/i] Fazra thought as Cyrano was already tackling the creature to the ground.  A living being would be dead from the Orcish knight's onslaught, but a hex walker needed neither brain nor head, and this Sir Godfrey had the right of it. 

With the creature(and Cyrano tangled with it) on the ground, Fazra found the opening she needed to finish the fight. Live or dead, lying on your back was only slightly less vulnerable than lying on your belly. Fazra swung her hammer down, two handed now, and caved the walker's chest in. The spine broke too, and when it tried to drag itself away from Cyrano, one of its arms came free from the shattered bone cage and ceased to move. 

With no priest or sorcerer, they couldn't properly destroy the thing without fire, but by smashing its core, Fazra had crippled it as well as she could. She reached down swiftly to wrench the axe away from its entangled arm. She held it in her left hand, down by her side as Lightbringer shone in her right, still held up to cast light around them.  She looked down at poor Cyrano, still transfixed in the webs. 

"You can't eat stone," she said to the spider woman. "May as well let him out."