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>109!
>M-M-M-M-MAXIMUM SPIDER!
<span class="mu-r">“Guywho’sabouttogethitwithashieldsayswhat?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“...What?”</span> Hook said with a raised eyebrow. That was the last thing he said before your shield came flying out to crack against his nose.
He went down like a sack of potatoes, and his men seemed visibly shaken by his swift defeat. But even more than that, they seemed to gape at the sight of the shield returning to your hand after you threw it! And they weren’t the only ones.
You stared at the thing with a mix of pleasure, shock and confusion. Was that really all there was to it? That didn’t seem too hard.
Suddenly, your spider sense went off, and you quickly raised the shield to block a shot. Then, without thinking, you lobbed the golden disk at the offender with pinpoint precision. It bounced off the side of his face, ricocheted into another pirate beside him, and started a chain reaction of metal crashing into flesh. They went down one by one, and no matter where they ran, the shield seemed to follow them, hunting the unlucky pirates down after bouncing off of several inanimate objects.
It was quite amusing to watch, really. Like playing an intense game of air hockey. You went on to repeat this process over and over, your surprise and self-satisfaction increasing with each and every successful bounce. When the shield returned to your hand one final time, you paused to admire your handiwork. Each and every pirate was either unconscious or too injured to get back up.
You nodded approvingly, rubbing the shield’s surface gently.
<span class="mu-r">“I have got to get myself one of these…”</span> you remarked, wishing that someone–ANYONE other than yourself was here to see that. You idly wondered what <span class="mu-i">that</span> display of skill would have earned you if Anastasia saw it personally.
<span class="mu-r">“No one’s gonna believe me…”</span> you said with a long, suffering sigh.
Classic Huntsman. Doing cool shit when no one’s around to see or appreciate it.
A war cry broke you out of your funk, and you turned to see a teenage boy running at you with a knife. Casually, you threw your hand out, allowing the boy to smack right into your shield, whipping his head back and causing him to crash to the ground in a heap.
You stood over him to check on the boy, just in case you’d accidentally hit him too hard. But sure enough, he was still breathing, and only slightly bleeding from a cut on his bottom lip.
You dragged him over to the mast, webbed him to the flagpole, and then proceeded to web the others to the ground, before taking control of the ship.
As you turned the wheel and sailed the Jolly Roger towards your fellows, various thoughts ran through your mind. You were <span class="mu-i">this</span> close to killing Hook back there. Several things stopped you from going through with it.
(Cont.)
