Post by Cassidy on Jan 3, 2022 1:31:14 GMT
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Spider-Bite
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Something wriggled inside my suit before dissipating.
Whatever it was, it was not the normal movements of my suit, of the symbiote shifting or hardening in response to impact or attacks or anything else remotely related to its functions.
I looked over myself, checking for any other abnormalities. The symbiote was confused at first, for a few brief moments, before I felt a flash of concern and recognition simultaneously from it.
The webbing we had absorbed, with all the blood and more, had resulted in the absorption of that blood. And it had begun to move.
Too little, too late. The symbiote had broken all of that down into base material it could use and absorb, creating more of itself, just as it had done with the webbing.
So nothing happened other than a few particular jerks of whatever little remaining blood had been left inside before it all got consumed by the NanoSym.
"Okaaaay, back to whatever this is."
Everyone was moving in, closing in and cutting off any chance of an easy escape at least. Shockman leading the charge by frying her while the others used their swordsmanship and skills with the blade to render Conquest even more of a disadvantage than before. One of her arms had yet to grow back.
A perfect advantage for me.
However, everyone else wanted this girl dead. Me? I knew that would be a waste of time, and it would be ultimately pointless. And that was without even adding the moral reasons why this could not be allowed.
So I did what I could.
I fired off a singular blast of webbing to intercept Conquest on her warpath towards Elia. Not a string of webbing. Not a net. A blast. More accurately, a singular and rather large ball of webbing that could be shot at speeds faster than arrows even could reach.
Impact webbing. I could fire it with enough strength to slam metahumans into a wall and knock them out. I lowered the intensity of such a trapping maneuver, seeking to have her slam into one of the walls and be render unconscious, not bloodied once more by striking her body or her head too hard against it.
The ball, if it impacted, would send her flying to a vertical surface before rapidly exploding and expanding in the fraction of a second, rendering her entire body unable to move. The added bonus was that, if her arm continued to try and grow, she would find it more and more difficult to move and more and more trapped by the webbing.
After all, the web was flexible and elastic to an extent, but she would feel the pressure from all sides as she kept healing, rendering her effectively stuck if this worked.
"No one is killing anyone. Besides, it's a waste of time. And it'll give her more blood to work with."
I glanced at Shockman.
"Shockman! Paralysis should keep her down. Someone needs to get her weapons in the meantime."
I gave one look at Conquest.
"You know, taking over the world is too much work. And super boring. All those rebellions and infighting and whatnot. Someone who'd live as long as you should find more fulfilling life goals. Maybe make real friends of your own."
Maybe a bit of perspective could help motivate Conquest to stop this. And, as much as I hated running away from a fight, I had another date to get to this evening. The symbiote's disappointment was measured, but it saw that, tactically, this was the better decision. Disarming and removing any nuclear weapons would be first priority. After all, even this alien knew it could not fight that kind of firepower.
I turned towards the blood walls she had constructed and began heading towards them. I fired two web-lines, tugged back, and let myself fly.
A singular resounding kick would seek to shatter through this barrier and out of my way. Conquest could freeze blood all she wanted, but I could punch through steel rather easily. This would fair no better.
Even if I had to break through more of it, I would become a blur of arms and legs, trying to tunnel through whatever was left before making a break for an exit.
Once I was through, if I was through, I would follow my new mental map and head towards this Fate girl, if that was her name. Was it? I still had no clue.
Whatever it was, it was not the normal movements of my suit, of the symbiote shifting or hardening in response to impact or attacks or anything else remotely related to its functions.
I looked over myself, checking for any other abnormalities. The symbiote was confused at first, for a few brief moments, before I felt a flash of concern and recognition simultaneously from it.
The webbing we had absorbed, with all the blood and more, had resulted in the absorption of that blood. And it had begun to move.
Too little, too late. The symbiote had broken all of that down into base material it could use and absorb, creating more of itself, just as it had done with the webbing.
So nothing happened other than a few particular jerks of whatever little remaining blood had been left inside before it all got consumed by the NanoSym.
"Okaaaay, back to whatever this is."
Everyone was moving in, closing in and cutting off any chance of an easy escape at least. Shockman leading the charge by frying her while the others used their swordsmanship and skills with the blade to render Conquest even more of a disadvantage than before. One of her arms had yet to grow back.
A perfect advantage for me.
However, everyone else wanted this girl dead. Me? I knew that would be a waste of time, and it would be ultimately pointless. And that was without even adding the moral reasons why this could not be allowed.
So I did what I could.
I fired off a singular blast of webbing to intercept Conquest on her warpath towards Elia. Not a string of webbing. Not a net. A blast. More accurately, a singular and rather large ball of webbing that could be shot at speeds faster than arrows even could reach.
Impact webbing. I could fire it with enough strength to slam metahumans into a wall and knock them out. I lowered the intensity of such a trapping maneuver, seeking to have her slam into one of the walls and be render unconscious, not bloodied once more by striking her body or her head too hard against it.
The ball, if it impacted, would send her flying to a vertical surface before rapidly exploding and expanding in the fraction of a second, rendering her entire body unable to move. The added bonus was that, if her arm continued to try and grow, she would find it more and more difficult to move and more and more trapped by the webbing.
After all, the web was flexible and elastic to an extent, but she would feel the pressure from all sides as she kept healing, rendering her effectively stuck if this worked.
"No one is killing anyone. Besides, it's a waste of time. And it'll give her more blood to work with."
I glanced at Shockman.
"Shockman! Paralysis should keep her down. Someone needs to get her weapons in the meantime."
I gave one look at Conquest.
"You know, taking over the world is too much work. And super boring. All those rebellions and infighting and whatnot. Someone who'd live as long as you should find more fulfilling life goals. Maybe make real friends of your own."
Maybe a bit of perspective could help motivate Conquest to stop this. And, as much as I hated running away from a fight, I had another date to get to this evening. The symbiote's disappointment was measured, but it saw that, tactically, this was the better decision. Disarming and removing any nuclear weapons would be first priority. After all, even this alien knew it could not fight that kind of firepower.
I turned towards the blood walls she had constructed and began heading towards them. I fired two web-lines, tugged back, and let myself fly.
A singular resounding kick would seek to shatter through this barrier and out of my way. Conquest could freeze blood all she wanted, but I could punch through steel rather easily. This would fair no better.
Even if I had to break through more of it, I would become a blur of arms and legs, trying to tunnel through whatever was left before making a break for an exit.
Once I was through, if I was through, I would follow my new mental map and head towards this Fate girl, if that was her name. Was it? I still had no clue.