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For a brief moment, you were tempted to give into your base instinct to flee from the area. To flee from the dark and dive back into the welcoming light of day. But before you could make any sudden movements, you remembered that you didn’t quite need to use your eyes to perceive danger and keep track of your opponents.
Unlike your eyes and ears, your spider sense has never once failed you. On the contrary, the times when you’ve been hit were when your body or brain were unable to respond in a timely manner to the advance warnings.
It was always present in your mind, in some shape, way or form, but its vibrations were usually far too weak for you to pay any real attention to. The sights, sounds and sensations of day-to-day life were much more distracting, and usually required most of your attention. But not this time.
This time, they only served to muddle your thoughts and senses. You didn’t need them.
Against every survival instinct that you were born with, you closed your eyes and opened yourself up to your other senses. Acrid smoke filled your nostrils, and the sound of the vigilante’s rocket board echoed throughout your ears.
You listened closely, attempting to put a picture to the lurking danger that you vaguely sensed from beyond the fog. It was proving rather difficult, as vague threats were almost always formless in your mind’s eye. You were incapable of sharpening it beyond a “bad feeling”. Like a creeping dread that sent shivers down your spine. But instead of it just your spine, it was sort of like…your whole entire body? No, it was more like “your entire being”. It was a hard feeling to describe.
Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by another round of gunfire cutting through the smoke. You avoided them easily, pushing off the building and springing towards the source of the attack. Miraculously, you knew exactly where you should move your arms, and when you should close your fingers around your target: Your opponent’s left wrist.
Your opponent thrashed violently, surprised by your speed and strength. He had stopped firing from the gun in his gauntlet, and was now attempting to plunge his other fist into your gut. You quickly intercepted this blow, however, grabbing his fist and pushing back against it. In any other situation, you would’ve had the upper hand. But in this case, you were at his mercy when it came to aerial maneuvering.
It was because of this that he was able to lean back away from you, tuck in his legs, and release his board. The rocket propelled device shot up like a missile as its engines flared, giving you barely more than half a second to avoid being clipped on the chin. The damn thing might have fractured your skull if you had been any slower!
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