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<span class="mu-r">“Alright. Let’s get this over with…”</span> you groaned.
The granddaughter nodded to you, but eyed the Goblin warily. If he took offense to the suspicious gesture, he didn’t show it.
Knowing that Toomes’ baby would have a much better chance if you went in first, you pushed off of the wall and began swinging towards the vortex of Vultures awaiting your arrival.
You were only slightly comforted by the presence of the Green Goblin trailing behind you a few meters away. It wasn’t long before the remote controlled aerial scavengers adjusted their course to intercept you.
<span class="mu-r">“Here we go…”</span>
The first Vulture dove right at you. You slipped a hand under his mask, tore it off and left him wide open for Gobby to land a devastating left cross to his jaw. The next contender got a swinging kick to the chest, sending him flying into a couple of his buddies. Then, they thought better of engaging you in melee combat, and started to open fire.
It was terribly difficult for you to avoid the opening volleys, mostly because you knew where they were aiming and when they would fire. But you knew that you couldn’t possibly keep it up for very long, even with the maneuverability that your webs offered you.
You scanned the skies, and quickly identified the Vulture with the most firepower out of the group. He seemed to have rifle-like protrusions strapped to his arms. It was crude, but effective.
Using a series of explosive boosts, you launched yourself at him and swung yourself onto his back. He attempted to shake you off, but you were busy webbing his fingers to the gun’s triggers. Then, you attached a pair of weblines to his arms, pulled them apart and leaned your body to spin him around. The result was a maelstrom of bullets that wounded more than a few of these winged pests.
Amidst the chaos, you noticed that a few of the bullets slammed into the Goblin’s chest, and you instantly felt bad about letting him get hit by your friendly fire. But Gobby didn't seem to mind or care. The bullets bounced off harmlessly, creating sparks from the scaled armor under his baggy hoodie.
He pulled out a handful of throwing knives and tossed them at the stragglers who were still recovering from your attack. The wickedly sharp blades seemed to ignore their armor and sink deep into their flesh.
The Goblin flew away laughing, leading a decent chunk of the Vultures away with him. You took this opportunity to enact the next phase of your poorly concocted plan.
You looped the weblines attached to his arms around the Vulture’s wings several times over and pulled, forcing his hands to draw closer to his face, his arm cannons blasting away all the while. He cried and protested, but they were quickly drowned out by the sounds of gunfire and gore that usually came with someone’s head getting blown off.
His body went limp, and you heard a telltale beeping from his back. The self-destruct sequence had started, just as you’d hoped it would.
(Cont.)
