Truce easily wrenches the dagger from her arthritic and tremorous hands, and does not struggle as she breaks free from his grip.
The spider, on the other hand, takes a different approach, and its pincers latch on to Crowley's head. There is a pause, before a loud snap echoes through the room, and crowley's forehead is ripped off, exposing his brain to a cruel and unforgiving world.
Crowley takes his last breath, and his chest falls still.
Killing blow
The priestess, still with fear in her eyes from Truce's greater strength, moves to stand near the corpse of his friend. "He will feed the Great One, and become One with the Web." Her voice echoes through the room in the silence of Crowley's breathing.
Truce is up.