<span class="mu-r">“That was…p-pretty good.”</span> she wheezed, lifting her head slightly, before letting it fall back down to the asphalt. <span class="mu-r">“We’ll have to do this again sometime…”</span>
You wanted to tell her that there probably wouldn’t be a next time, but you felt a strange sensation in the back of your head. It was your spider-sense! It’s back! And it’s going off!
Too late, you felt something tugging at your belt, and you heard something going off. It was your web bombs. All of them.
A thick, springy foam-like substance shot out from your belt, expanding rapidly and swallowing up everything in sight.
The last thing you saw was a smiling Mary, before your whole world went white.
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In hindsight, you probably should’ve seen this coming. During the course of the fight, you discovered that Mary was not only telepathic and pyrokinetic, but she was telekinetic as well. You’d figured out as much when you saw her summoning debris to form her own suit of armor. She was also somehow messing with your head, which would explain why you were fighting your primal urges as much as you were fighting her.
With all that evidence, it probably shouldn’t have come as a surprise when she burst all of your web bombs one after another. If anything, it was downright unsporting!
You and Mary sat there, caught up in an artificial cocoon and staring directly at one another. The blast radius had been wide, and the whole street was pretty much covered in webbing. It had even caught Flint and Kingpin’s men. Although you doubted that it would hold Flint for long. Or even you and Mary for that matter.
Even now, the two of you were using your respective abilities to burn through layer after layer of thick, viscous webbing. To her credit, though, she didn’t let any of the flames get so close to you that they could hurt you. You were more concerned about the shrapnel that was embedded in your flesh. If you didn’t get those out soon, your torn flesh might just heal over them, and that would be an absolute nightmare.
If you were being completely honest, you were lucky that you hadn't suffocated as a result of that explosion.
What will you say?
>”Something tells me that you’re a bit of a sore loser.”>”Can you hurry it up? I’m in a bit of a rush here.”>”Good luck getting all that out of your hair. It doesn’t wash out easily.”>”Now why would you go and do something like that? Neither of us benefit from it.”>”We can both agree that I won that fight, right? I’ve got witnesses and everything.”>”I spent a week making those! That was such a dick move!”>"Good fight. Terrible finale.">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 CAPTCHA: SWSWS
