You spotted your first target within the first two minutes. You crawled up to him and leapt into the air to slam your fist right into the side of his face. His head whipped back and he went down immediately. You then proceeded to pick him up, wedge him into a fairly uncomfortable position inside of a nearby cubicle and glued him to the walls with your webbing.
You repeat these steps with very little variation, sometimes shoving a fist into a man’s stomach to knock the wind out of him. Sometimes, you straight up grabbed his leg and dragged him to the floor as if you were some sort of urban crocodile. They didn’t get a chance to make much noise, but judging by the way the remaining ones fanned out, you could tell that they were becoming increasingly aware of your presence. Either that, or they had simply noticed the absence of their comrades.
This was around the time that you started to switch up your strategies. Strangling people into unconsciousness with webs, dragging people’s heads into air ducts and knocking them out there. Hell, you even flung a paperweight at a guy’s face when you sensed him training his gun on your back. Their patrols were getting tighter, but their numbers were getting small enough where you thought you could just jump out and take out the last of them without much issue.
And just then, as if the universe was hell-bent on proving you wrong, the remaining crooks started using hostages as shields, demanding that you come out and show yourself.
Well, shit.
The hostages' screams were the only thing that prevented the armed men from hearing you give a quick summary to Arachne.
<span class="mu-r">“Oh, fuck. That’s no good.”</span> she said with a groan. <span class="mu-r">“Got any bright ideas?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Actually, I was hoping that you’d have something for me.”</span> you admitted.
<span class="mu-r">“Taking out the generator took out my eyes, too. It’s why I gave you those blueprints. My hands are a bit tied here.”</span> she begrudgingly declared. <span class="mu-r">“Unless…”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“What? What is it?”</span> you hissed.
<span class="mu-r">“Everyone here should be carrying their phones with them. I should be able to mess with them if you get a bit closer.”</span> she proposed. <span class="mu-r">“It might give you the distraction that you need to take them out.”</span>
What will you do?
>Come out with your hands raised and try to talk them down.(Write-in.)>Have Arachne mess with their phones so you can pounce on them while they’re distracted.>Use your Mark to blow up a paper copier and fill the room with flying papers. That should create a decent enough cover.>Try to corral them all into one spot and use a series of web bombs to glue them together.>Write-in.Pastebins:
Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2 