Post by Billy Pumpkins on Jan 8, 2022 19:07:04 GMT
SCHLUCK.
"AH!"
An exclamation of frustration, surprise, and respect for his adversary's speed - the obnoxious girl had not been impaled, for Spider-Bite had taken the killing blow for himself, his vastly superior resilience enough to weather the effect of the piercing blade shooting through his stomach. Billy Pumpkins kicked the glider into reverse, all thrusters firing in an attempt to get away from the arachnid-themed hero, but Spider-Bite held on, fingers embedding themselves deep in the metal platform, before quickly ripping through it.
Pumpkins had raised the yellow-painted hand to the mouth of his flaming jack-o-lantern helmet - bullets were falling out of the mouth hole, many haphazardly clattering to the floor a few feet below as he scrabbled for rounds to shove into the Glock. As he raised the weapon to fire at point blank range, his balance was totally upended as Spider-Bite completely tore his glider apart.
"I only have three of these! They're like a hundred bucks each!" he screamed, falling backwards onto the floor, kicking his way free from the footholds that had previously been attached to the hovering metal disc. Even as he scrambled away, super strength carrying him to his feet, Memento Mori soared in unseen, grabbing at his primary hand and twisting with uncanny power, enough to challenge even his steroid-enhanced musculature. She had him in a standing armlock - at least, the superhero version, which incorporated the meta z-axis to her movements, without needing to throw him to the ground or wrestle him standing.
Pain shot through his limb as it was pulled behind his back, the gun dropping to the ground. Clearly she meant to hyper-extend the arm, painfully snapping ligaments, rendering the limb useless - he strained and turned, counting on his enhanced biostructure to resist the move - but still he could not break free. Instead, he was grappled, locked in position struggling against someone who was not subject to gravity the same way he was. He needed to think fast to get out.
Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw the insufferable girl close in, at speeds that dazzled. She was nearly a blur.
You're approaching me? Then come as close as you like!
He cackled as she stole his bag of bombs - in a show of defiance, one yellow hand had crept inside, as if to stop her from hoisting it away from him, but for the yellow paint on it, he'd been much to slow to get a grip on anything, and so to any onlooker, it would seem she had flawlessly retrieved the sack of explosives from him without any struggle at all.
Though he had pressed his finger against one of them - activating the silent detonator on one of the grenades nestled in a bag of grenades that she now clutched close to her chest, speeding away.
"3...2...1...HAPPY NEW YEAR!" he'd shout, taking a knee as Memento Mori successfully brought him to the floor -
- and the bag of bombs, all of them, would lethally explode.
"AH!"
An exclamation of frustration, surprise, and respect for his adversary's speed - the obnoxious girl had not been impaled, for Spider-Bite had taken the killing blow for himself, his vastly superior resilience enough to weather the effect of the piercing blade shooting through his stomach. Billy Pumpkins kicked the glider into reverse, all thrusters firing in an attempt to get away from the arachnid-themed hero, but Spider-Bite held on, fingers embedding themselves deep in the metal platform, before quickly ripping through it.
Pumpkins had raised the yellow-painted hand to the mouth of his flaming jack-o-lantern helmet - bullets were falling out of the mouth hole, many haphazardly clattering to the floor a few feet below as he scrabbled for rounds to shove into the Glock. As he raised the weapon to fire at point blank range, his balance was totally upended as Spider-Bite completely tore his glider apart.
"I only have three of these! They're like a hundred bucks each!" he screamed, falling backwards onto the floor, kicking his way free from the footholds that had previously been attached to the hovering metal disc. Even as he scrambled away, super strength carrying him to his feet, Memento Mori soared in unseen, grabbing at his primary hand and twisting with uncanny power, enough to challenge even his steroid-enhanced musculature. She had him in a standing armlock - at least, the superhero version, which incorporated the meta z-axis to her movements, without needing to throw him to the ground or wrestle him standing.
Pain shot through his limb as it was pulled behind his back, the gun dropping to the ground. Clearly she meant to hyper-extend the arm, painfully snapping ligaments, rendering the limb useless - he strained and turned, counting on his enhanced biostructure to resist the move - but still he could not break free. Instead, he was grappled, locked in position struggling against someone who was not subject to gravity the same way he was. He needed to think fast to get out.
Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw the insufferable girl close in, at speeds that dazzled. She was nearly a blur.
You're approaching me? Then come as close as you like!
He cackled as she stole his bag of bombs - in a show of defiance, one yellow hand had crept inside, as if to stop her from hoisting it away from him, but for the yellow paint on it, he'd been much to slow to get a grip on anything, and so to any onlooker, it would seem she had flawlessly retrieved the sack of explosives from him without any struggle at all.
Though he had pressed his finger against one of them - activating the silent detonator on one of the grenades nestled in a bag of grenades that she now clutched close to her chest, speeding away.
"3...2...1...HAPPY NEW YEAR!" he'd shout, taking a knee as Memento Mori successfully brought him to the floor -
- and the bag of bombs, all of them, would lethally explode.