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<span class="mu-r">“Hey, Flint. I’m going after Shocker.”</span> you reported, preparing to pounce. <span class="mu-r">“Be ready to jump when I say so.”</span>
Flint didn’t voice his reply, but you heard the telltale clicking of his radio, and accepted it as an acknowledgement. He was taking this whole “stealth” thing really seriously.
And in the next second, you were off like a shot. Shocker’s eyes widened momentarily, and he’d barely managed to get his arms up in front of him before you were drop-kicking him through the scarlet curtains and into the solid wall hidden beneath them. Shocker head and back violently impacted the concrete with a crack, and for a moment you were worried that you might’ve accidentally killed the guy.
But to your surprise, he recovered from the attack with dazed and groggy movements, picking himself up and shaking his head a bit.
<span class="mu-r">“Who the hell are you supposed to-”</span>
Before he could finish, you were already on top of him again, throwing a flurry of punches that were far too fast for any normal man to react to. And to your delight, the great Shocker quickly found himself overwhelmed by your sudden barrage.
But for some reason, you didn’t really feel like you were doing a whole lot of damage to him. It sort of felt like pummeling a pillow. You knew that there had to be a man underneath all that fluff, but the impact from your blows was somehow being diffused, or deflected. Did it have something to do with that goofy looking suit of his?
Unfortunately, you didn’t have a whole lot of time to entertain this train of thought, because a violent shudder ran through your body and rattled you to your very core! It shot through you like a jolt, forcing you to a complete stop, your left fist hanging in the air as you struggled to process this sensation.
Through your unsteady vision, you somehow managed to perceive the fact that Shocker was throwing a counter-punch in your direction. And out of sheer reflex, you avoided it.
At least, you thought you did.
Despite being miles away from his fist, the bone-shattering impact of it was still enough to knock you back, sending you tumbling across the room. It was as if the guy had hand grenades stuffed into those mittens of his! Now how was that fair!?
Shocker threw another punch, and your spider sense gave you enough advance warning to avoid the incoming shockwave. Even from across the room, you had the distinct feeling that this guy could pulp you if he landed a few more of those.
<span class="mu-r">“Quit hopping around!”</span> he growled, firing one shockwave after another.
<span class="mu-r">“Does that ever work when you yell it out? Just curious.”</span> you said.
This, of course, did nothing to quell his mounting frustration.
You probably couldn’t keep this up forever. There wasn’t a ton of room back here, and you were going to be hard pressed to keep this guy separated from Max.
(Cont.)
