(Marvel, DC, images, manhuas, and every anime that will be mentioned and used in this story are not mine. They all belong to their respective owners. The main character "Karito Josue Valdez" and the story are mine)
No Pov
The three warriors charged toward each other with unbridled ferocity, their eyes alight with the fire of battle. Wolverine's claws glinted menacingly as he let out a deafening roar, his fists clenched tightly in preparation for the fight. Himegama's hair writhed and twisted, sharpening into deadly tentacles, her nails elongating into razor-sharp blades. Spider-Man's stingers crackled with electricity as his legs were enveloped in powerful energy, giving him an added boost of speed and power.
But before the three could collide, Spider-Man activated his hyper-sense, unleashing a flurry of decoys that moved at lightning speed, confusing and disorienting his opponents. With his enemies momentarily stunned, Spider-Man seized the opportunity to strike, launching an upward electric wave at the pair. But Wolverine, his senses heightened by the symbiote, quickly turned to face the attack. With a fierce growl, he charged forward, colliding with Spider-Man in a fierce explosion that shook the earth and sent a shockwave rippling through the air. The ground cracked beneath their feet as the brute force of their impact sent dirt and debris flying into the sky, their power unmatched.
As the dust settled, Himegama's tentacle-like arms swiftly reached out and ensnared Spider-Man, lifting him high into the air. But the agile hero was quick to act, slicing through the tendrils with his stingers and narrowly avoiding a crushing impact against the church. With Himegama off guard, Spider-Man rocketed towards her with a venom-charged blast, the spherical blast hurtling towards her with deadly intent. However, Himegama was a lot faster than before and with lightning-fast reflexes, she deftly dodged the attack, leaving Spider-Man to create a massive crater upon impact with the ground.
With no time to rest the hero made a symbiotic shield to block the claws of Wolverine but a second swipe at the shield broke it, forcing the hero to start using his speed to dodge. With his speed advantage, the hero had landed a cross punch at Wolverine's jaw and a liver punch to slightly deteriorated the Dark but Wolverine was relentless and backhanded the hero a very long distance away making him go through several cars and a concrete wall.
The hero recovered and his Spider-Senses warned him of an incoming attack and looked to his side and it was Himegama who had thrown multiple cars toward the hero. Spider-Man web-swinging around the cars and with the extra help of the hyper-sense, he was able to easily dodge the incoming cars and attack Himegama with the last car he had dodged. Spider-Man had webbed up the last flying car and with momentum slammed it right on top of her and with the finishing combo by enlightening the webs with electricity making the car implode.
Before the hero could confirm his kill he was tackled to the side by a raging Wolverine that now had some sort of spiked armor around his entire body, making him abnormally more durable than he already is. He tackled the hero through cars that split them in two, eventually breaking the side of the building, destroying all the walls inside the said building, and finally spinning around violently and throwing the hero outside making him go through even more buildings and rubble.
As the hero grunts in pain after being thrown miles away, his senses warned him of incoming symbiotes and Himegama that were quickly surrounding him.
(Spider-Man) Angry "FUCK I CAN'T TAKE A BREAK!"
With lightning reflexes, Spider-Man dodged the barrage of flying tendrils that Himegama unleashed upon him. He deftly maneuvered around the deadly projectiles, never faltering in his focus. His eyes locked onto the red symbiotes that followed Himegama, and with precision and speed, he shot webs at them, sending them flying out of the building in a shower of sparks.
Himegama was relentless, her attacks growing more deadly with each passing moment. But Spider-Man was always one step ahead. Without a moment's hesitation, he expertly dodged a slash from Himegama, who tried to decapitate him with a swift strike. He used his lateral repulsion to spin on the ground, like a breakdancer, and hit Himegama with a series of electrified kicks.
With a powerful surge of strength, Spider-Man pushed Himegama back a few feet, but he knew the fight was far from over. More red symbiotes flooded the scene, but the hero was ready. Using his hyper sense to anticipate their every move, he dodged their attacks with ease. He side-flipped away at the last second to dodge a crushing blow from Himegama, and in mid-air, he shot two web lines at the symbiotes in the back of the group. With his immense strength, he pulled them toward him, including Himegama, and with Toxin's help, he enlarged his legs to drop-kick them out of the building. The symbiotes roared in pain as they fell to their deaths, but Himegama was quick to react, shooting a tendril to the side of the building and saving herself.
The hero was about to take a quick breather, but the building shook violently around him. He realized the building was collapsing in on itself, and he used a lateral repulsion to blast himself away, taking damage from the rubble and glass that got in his way. He spun violently in the air and crashed to the ground, bouncing multiple times and crashing into a parking lot.
The hero grunted as he slowly stood up, his body aching from the fall. But thanks to his accelerated healing factor and Toxin boosting it, his injuries were healed in just seconds. He stood ready, hearing multiple roars from all sides of the parking lot, his adrenaline skyrocketing as he prepared for another onslaught of symbiotes, including Wolverine and Himegama. With Toxin's help, he formed swords and prepared himself for an exhausting battle.
(Spider-Man) Deep sigh "Ughhhh come on!!!"
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Takina Pov
I am completely bewildered by the current situation. The world as I knew it has suddenly and drastically changed. The city is now overrun with monstrous screams, emanating from the symbiotes Karito had previously defeated. But there are so many of them now, it's overwhelming. How on earth is Karito going to defeat them all while also fighting against the supervillains? It seems impossible. I don't understand what is happening, it's all so confusing.
The place that was once Enkuboku was now transformed into a towering skyscraper. I was with the group of Lycoris I had been assigned to, but the moment our surroundings shifted, those monsters breached the elevator and began attacking everyone, transforming them into those black-and-white symbiotes. I had no choice but to flee and use the tools Karito had provided me to buy time. I am uncertain of what lies ahead, but each time I retrieve an item from the mysterious box, I am immediately shown how to use it. It's an odd occurrence, but it has proven to be highly beneficial.
From my observations, the lower floors have been infiltrated by symbiotes, rendering my chances of escape highly improbable. As Karito had previously informed me, the weapons at my disposal can inflict harm on the symbiotes, but there seems to be a significant hierarchy among them. My abilities appear to be limited to those classified as "soldiers," and any higher ranks appear to be beyond my capability to harm, possibly due to the presence of "Pure Darks" within them. Thus, it is imperative for me to avoid such individuals at all costs. This is a highly concerning development, and I am uncertain of my chances of survival in this situation. However, I must remain optimistic, as Karito has put great effort into providing us with the means to defend ourselves against these threats. I wonder how he is faring in his own battle, as the sound of explosions and an influx of symbiotes in his direction suggests he is engaged in a fierce confrontation with one of the supervillains.
But I think he's purposely attracting attention to himself because... because of me...
I look down at the broken mirror shards on the floor, feeling a deep sense of regret for my actions. I had made Karito's job of protecting us so much harder by deciding to go back to DA and join this mission. A mission that went horribly wrong when the symbiotes unleashed their full fury upon us. I am so foolish, so naive. I am so sorry Karito, if only I had listened to you if only I had heeded your words of concern. You have been trying your best to protect us, even if it meant that we would hate you. All you wanted was for us to be safe, and because of my foolishness, I have made things so much harder for you. I wish, more than anything, that there was something I could do to make it right, to make amends for my mistakes. But all I can do now is regret my actions and live with the consequences of my choices.
BOOM!
The symbiotes are coming. No time to think.
I quickly assess the situation as the symbiotes were breaking into my hiding spot. I had taken refuge in an office room and concealed myself under a desk, hoping to evade detection.
The door to the room is breached and I see multiple white and black symbiotes, but no red ones yet. I notice the remote button in my hand, a contingency plan devised by Karito. I had placed a flashbang near the door before taking cover, and now, as the symbiotes close in, I activate it, causing them to scream in pain and cover their eyes. With their vision impaired, I take advantage of the opportunity by pulling out the rail gun, created by Karito, and taking precise shots, incinerating the symbiotes with deadly accuracy. All that remains are piles of ash on the floor. My quick thinking has saved me from certain death.
Wow, that was a lot more powerful than I thought. Unfortunately, that explosion had created noise and the symbiotes that were inside the building were rampaging their way up the stairs. I tried to gain distance but these symbiotes had caught up incredibly fast and were about to launch me. And during my panic the box had magically pulled out a machine with the same amount of firepower as the rail gun and shot multiple bullets by itself, completely disintegrating them. The machine gun had landed on my arms like it was magical. A note had appeared on the gun's handle which said "This is Karito, and I am recording this message for you. As you may know, the symbiotes that we have been fighting are incredibly powerful and difficult to take down. However, I have developed a weapon that is specifically designed to combat them. It is similar to the blasters seen in the popular film franchise, Star Wars, but with some modifications to make it even more effective. Please use this weapon wisely, as it does have a tendency to overheat. If this happens, you will need to wait for 5 seconds for it to cool down before using it again. Remember to use this weapon strategically, and stay safe. This message ends now."
With a warm smile, I embraced the note in my arms, finding solace in the fact that even in his absence, Karito's protective spirit endured. His friendship was a cherished gift, one I was immensely grateful for. As my hands gripped the machine gun he had left behind, an uncanny sense of familiarity washed over me, as if it had been tailored to fit my grip perfectly. Karito's ingenuity never ceased to amaze me. How he conjured these intricate weapons from the realm of impossibility was beyond my comprehension.
Yet, my musings would have to be momentarily shelved. A horde of what Karito had termed "low-level symbiotes" was imminent, and I needed to be vigilant. I hefted the weapon, feeling an odd resonance between us, as if it were an extension of my own being. The mystery of the items emerging from the enigmatic box lingered in my mind, the items I needed materializing at my whim. I couldn't help but notice an auditory semblance of money every time I drew something forth—an enigma I'd ponder later, for now, the impending encounter demanded my full attention.
Clank!
The symbiotes are coming, I need to think quickly.
As the initial symbiote crashes through the door, my instincts kick into overdrive. Instantly assessing the situation, I size up the sluggish white symbiote lumbering towards me. An opportune target for my rail gun, I carefully line up my shot, sending a round straight into its head and eliminating it swiftly. Quick on the reload, I shift my attention to the next wave of symbiotes. Deploying a grenade crackling with flames, I hurl it at the encroaching mass and dash towards the stairwell.
The explosion erupts, engulfing the oncoming symbiotes in a fiery chaos that grants me a momentary respite. Racing up the stairs, my senses remain sharp. An oncoming black symbiote springs at me, but my nimble evasion enables me to retaliate with a shot that finds its mark in the creature's abdomen. Glancing back down the staircase, I see a growing tide of symbiotes closing in. Reacting swiftly, I retrieve a red grenade adorned with a web emblem. With a fluid toss, I send it hurtling towards the encroaching horde. A brilliant explosion unfurls, forming an electrified web barrier that both blocks their advance and zaps any unfortunate enough to attempt passage.
Pressing ahead, the adrenaline coursing through my veins powers my movements. With each calculated step, I gun down symbiotes that attempt to halt my ascent. Familiarizing myself with their predictable patterns and tactics, their threat becomes more manageable. The relentless onslaught fuels my determination, propelling me to greater effort. After a stretch of constant movement and symbiote takedowns, I find a moment to pause in a room, seeking a brief reprieve.
Delving into my bag, my hand encounters a mysterious teleportation device. A nearby note provides instruction, detailing its use as a means of reaching a safe house he had prepared. The urge to help and the uncertainty of his well-being tugs at my thoughts. Could I be more than a hindrance in this battle, or could I aid him? These internal doubts swirl as I contemplate the situation. One thing remains clear: by thinning the enemy's ranks, I can at least alleviate some of the pressure on him as he confronts the supervillains.
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Perhaps following his advice and retreating to the bunker is the wisest course of action...
Just as I'm about to press the button on the teleportation device, another unexpected object emerges from the box. A GPS device materializes, piquing my curiosity. I reach for it and examine its features, noting that it's displaying location data. The screen showcases a blue dot, which I assume represents my position, but more intriguingly, a red dot marked "Chisato" is visible too. Questions begin to form—why would she be here, in this very building's top floor?
As I hold the GPS in my hand, it suddenly springs to life, emitting the voice of Karito himself through an audio recording.
"Chisato is in your vicinity something must've happened that she's not currently in the bunker. I'm certain that it's one of those bastards ruining everything again but I came up with a plan for when that happened. Takina... I hate to say this but I'm gonna need you to save Chisato and take her to the bunker. I wish I could do it myself but by this time I must be busy fighting all across the country or something. Anyways, if you find her get her out immediately don't even try to fight with the Darks, please. Save her and go to the safe house with her. That's all I have to say, please be careful while doing this... Karito... out."
Oh my God... This can't be?! Chisato's been taken?! Okay, okay. I'm more than prepared for this encounter. Karito has put his trust in me for this and I can't fail him.
I need to keep going up and use all of the gadgets that Karito has provided me with. She's on the last floor of this exact building. Okay, time to start operation: Rescue.
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Chisato Pov
The abruptness of it all left us staggered. Not a soul had noticed the additional coffee cup on the table. It was clear that Karito hadn't prepared it for himself; the two cups were intended for me and Teacher. The initial jarring noises that accompanied the quake sounded like something unearthly. In the midst of the earthquake's violent tremors, I found myself gripped by fear, uncertain of my own safety. Then, my anxiety skyrocketed as I watched Karito bolt away. Panic ensnared me, and everything spiraled from there.
The unexpected twist came when Karito vanished from sight. Simultaneously, a figure materialized out of thin air, wielding that very third coffee cup. Majima stood there, his malevolent grin a grotesque contrast to the situation. It was as though the circumstances had been carefully orchestrated for this moment. The cup in his hand taunted us, a twisted mockery.
Efforts to resist proved futile, as Majima was astonishingly swift. He subdued me without much effort, and while my Teacher valiantly fought back, his attempts were met with brute force. It was a mismatch of epic proportions, with Teacher getting thrown around like a ragdoll. It ended up a harrowing one-sided struggle.
And now, I find myself in a place unknown, lost to the vagaries of fate.
(Chisato) Aims rail gun "Where am I?!"
(Dark Majima) "Well this is supposed to be Enkuboku but the entire landscape has changed. Might as well be a building that's under construction."
(Chisato) "Did you kidnap me to distract Karito whenever it's your turn?"
(Dark Majima) "Well yeah, you are my insurance. The bastard is making one hell of a show right now. Seriously that adaptability skill he has is incredibly annoying. And he has two, one for fighting and the other for basically anything else including fighting. He adapts to things 2 times faster than normal."
(Chisato) "Karito? How do you even know what he's doing?"
(Dark Majima) "Oh right, I forgot to screen share. He's currently fighting Wolverine and Himegama." Randomly touches the air and throws a hologram
As Majima tossed aside the holographic box, a sizable screen was unveiled. On this screen, Spider-Man's image was displayed, fiercely battling against a horde of symbiotes. His form was a whirlwind of motion as he tore through the sea of black, engaging in combat against both Wolverine and Himegama simultaneously.
(Chisato) "W-What?"
(Dark Majima) "Surprised? That was quick, you should've seen him before he even encountered those two. He was going on a rampage."
(Chisato) "I know how he fights, and it's disturbingly savage but he has his reasons for doing so... But... the amount of people he's fighting while most of his focus is on those two..."
(Dark Majima) "War ain't fair."
(Chisato) "It concerns me how chill you are despite your actual intentions..."
(Dark Majima) "Well, what do you want me to do? I'm just waiting for the Guardian to come. It's better if I just hurt you while he watches." Devilish Smile
(Chisato) Cringe "Bastard..."
(Dark Majima) "Anyways, be a good girl and behave until he's here. Don't even think about escaping this building as it's flooded by symbiotes and you aren't a Guardian so I expect nothing from you."
(Chisato) "You're seriously underestimating me."
(Dark Majima) "What are you gonna do? Use your plot armor?"
(Chisato) "The heck's plot armor?"
(Dark Majima) "Jesus, so this is how ??? feels whenever he talks about the truth of everything... Though his idea of "The Truth" is actually bunkers to me."
(Chisato) "What are you talking about?"
(Dark Majima) "You wouldn't understand." Continues watching the fight on the holographic TV
Now that Majima was distracted I secretly pulled out a grenade that had a flaming symbol on it. I tried to quietly pull the pin but it seemed that Majima had heard me and quickly snapped his neck toward my direction. His Herculean legs stomped on the floor quickly approaching me and grabbing the grenade from my hands and looking at it.
(Dark Majima) "Seriously? Normal weapons don't do sh-"
His sentence was cut off and the flaming explosion went straight for his face, the blast didn't even touch me as it seemed that it was directional. Majima screamed in pain as the grenade burned his symbiotic face severely. I took this chance to run down the stairs before he recovered.
(Dark Majima) "FUCKING PROTAGONIST!!!! SHE HAD WEAPONS MADE BY THE GUARDIAN?! NGH!! FUCK!"
The heavy thuds of Majima's footsteps reverberated behind me, each impact sending tremors through the floor. Escaping him through speed alone was futile; I needed to outsmart him, resort to tactics and ingenuity.
Swiftly, I descended a level and laid my hands on the mystery box, retrieving a set of trip mines. With practiced precision, I planted them before the door, hastily retreating to take refuge behind a nearby wall. Majima's furious charge culminated in a forceful door breach, but his ferocity was abruptly halted by the ominous click of my traps. The explosion flung him downward to the lower floors.
Emerging from my temporary cover, I was confronted by a fresh onslaught of screams as more symbiotes infiltrated through shattered windows. Reacting without delay, I brandished my rail gun, each shot finding its mark as if guided by an unseen force. The tool's accuracy was uncanny, almost like it possessed an inherent targeting capability.
Despite my success, the relentless onslaught showed no signs of waning. Dodging the erratic slashes of black symbiotes, I effortlessly deflected their attacks and countered with a flaming military knife summoned from the enigmatic box. Swift thrusts turned these aggressors into ash upon impact, a small victory in the face of unending danger. My strategy became clear: use the rail gun for long-distance engagements and the fiery blade for close combat.
The ceaseless tide of symbiotes bore down upon me, my efforts taking an increasing toll. Each life taken left a bitter taste in my mouth, and the violence was beginning to cloud my thoughts. I despised every second of this fight, but my survival depended on it. There was no room for empathy; these entities were now mere monsters, not the humans they once were. They had become mindless, relentless adversaries in this brutal war.
A white symbiote launched a frenzied attack from the front, its shrill scream echoing a devil's call. Sidestepping deftly, I dispatched it with a precisely aimed shot to the abdomen. Emotion was a luxury I couldn't afford now; Karito's words reverberated in my mind—this was war, a battle for survival, and I had to do whatever it took to endure.
"Mystery Box has successfully numbed Chisato's sense of morality. Temporary skill built-in... Gamer's Mind."
Bang!
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No Pov
The parking lot reverberated with a cacophony of screams, punches landing with bone-crunching force, and the grisly sounds of combat. Each strike resonated, accompanied by the visceral noises of bodily fluids and symbiotic matter hitting the ground. Amid this chaos, a brutal confrontation raged, a clash between one individual and an overwhelming tide of enemies.
The symphony of battle unfolded like a raw and unfiltered struggle for survival. Concrete shattered and gave way, chunks of it becoming impromptu weapons wielded against the encroaching symbiotes. Throughout the multi-level parking structure, the horde of symbiotes swarmed from every corner, creating a suffocating sea of red, black, and white.
In the heart of this maelstrom stood the lone hero, desperately battling not only the countless symbiotes but also the formidable Pure Darks, Wolverine and Himegama, now in their full symbiotic might. The parking lot's capacity was pushed to its limits, an arena filled with more than 500 symbiotes, a chaotic canvas painted with shades of danger.
As the tension mounted, the atmosphere turned ominous and suffocating. The relentless surge of symbiotes closed in, forming a ring of threats around the lone hero. The sense of impending doom grew palpable, a shroud of darkness that threatened to engulf everything. The odds appeared insurmountable, the hero's resolve pitted against an army seemingly without end.
Amidst this clash of worlds, it was a fight not only for survival but for the very future of existence. The hero understood the gravity of the situation, knowing that failure would carry consequences far beyond the immediate battle. With every strike, every evasive maneuver, he pushed against the tide, driven by the understanding that he was the last bastion of defense against an unimaginable catastrophe.
POW!
CRACKLE!
(Spider-Man) "NGH! HAAAA!!! Okay. Plowing through these guys will keep the Vultures from being able to target me, but I need to keep moving once I'm past this horde. I need to hurry and kill these two!"
The hero executed a fluid slide to the ground, deftly using a quick motion to trip a charging red symbiote. Seizing the opportunity, he swiftly vaulted onto the toppled symbiote, delivering a crushing blow that obliterated the creature's face and left a sizable crater in the ground. His heightened spider senses tingled, alerting him to an impending strike. In an instant, he seized the fallen symbiote's remains, pivoting to block Wolverine's deadly claws. The Spider's precise movement wielded the corpse as an improvised shield, countering Wolverine's attack. Not pausing for breath, he unleashed a powerful cross punch, connecting solidly with Dark Wolverine's visage, throwing him off balance.
Reacting with split-second timing, his spider-sense surged once more. Seizing a tendril belonging to Himegama, he expertly yanked her closer, employing her as an unexpected weapon. The hero used her leg like a makeshift bat, sending Wolverine hurtling into the sky, his trajectory stretching over vast distances. Himegama, however, responded with spiked growths on her leg, attempting to ward off the hero's grip by stabbing at his hand. Undeterred, he gritted his teeth against the pain, relentlessly pummeling the female symbiote into the ground, the echoing thuds reverberating through the area and unsettling the surrounding symbiotes. The hero wielded one of their commanders like a macabre instrument, the forceful impacts causing the street to fracture beneath them. In a surge of fury, Himegama's symbiotic form sprouted spikes in a defensive maneuver, compelling the hero to release his hold, propelling her away as she landed nimbly, poised for the next stage of the confrontation.
Amidst the tumultuous battle, the hero's attention was caught by a looming silhouette—a massive church bell, set to swing. A quick glance skyward confirmed Wolverine's intention: to hurl the bell directly at him. Reacting with agility, Spider-Man narrowly evaded the formidable projectile. His muscles straining, he grunted as he hoisted the massive bell onto his back, meeting the challenge head-on.
(Spider-Man) "NGH! HEY LOGAN! I THINK YOU DROPPED THIS! RAAH!!"
Spider-Man hurled the bell high into the sky, his lithe form arcing through the air in pursuit. He executed a poised landing atop the bell's surface, his practiced agility on full display. Swiftly assessing the situation, he dispatched two web lines to the street below, employing them as slingshots to propel the bell in the direction of Wolverine and Himegama. Yet, in a testament to Wolverine's lightning-quick reflexes, he intercepted the bell's trajectory, cleaving it to fragments with his formidable claws. Shards of metal erupted in every direction as the bell's destruction sent sparks and debris scattering.
Yet, the Spider had cunningly employed the bell's shattering as a strategic ruse. Capitalizing on the confusion, he surged toward Wolverine with remarkable speed. Closing the distance in the span of an eyeblink, he focused his power into a formidable Venom-charged punch. His target was the abdomen of Dark Wolverine, and he unleashed the punch with every ounce of his strength, determined to break through the symbiote's defenses.
(Spider-Man) "FUCK YOU AND THAT SPIKY ARMOR OF YOURS!"
(Dark Wolverine) "WHAT?!" Tries to counter but gets hit "UGH!"
Wolverine felt the earth-shattering impact of the punch reverberate through his body. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced, a force that should have been impossible to withstand. Despite his fortified Adamantium skeleton and the protective embrace of his symbiote, this single blow had shattered his preconceptions. A symphony of pain and destruction surged within him, twisting his insides into a mangled chaos. His unyielding bones, once believed invulnerable, gave an ominous metallic creak as his ribs snapped under the relentless assault.
Launched skyward by the overwhelming force of the punch, Wolverine found himself suspended between past and present. As the winds of his ascent whistled past, fragments of his life cascaded before his mind's eye. His journey from a conventional superhero in the Web of Shadows Dimension to the grim battle-hardened warrior he had become flashed vividly, each memory painting a fragment of his evolution.
He recalled the metamorphosis of his world, the inexorable rise of the symbiotes under the sway of a twisted version of Spider-Man. Once comrades, now foes, the symbiotes had morphed into his relentless adversaries, heralding a world plunged into chaos. Wolverine, the last sentinel of resistance, had emerged from the ashes, a lone sentinel on a quest for vengeance against his former ally turned tyrant.
Days turned to nights, marked by relentless conflict and an unending onslaught of symbiotic forces. Wolverine's solitary stand against the suffocating tide only fanned the flames of his determination. His initial defiance, fueled by a vow for retribution, gradually evolved into a relentless crusade against the symbiote scourge. Yet, no matter his tenacity, the symbiotes grew in strength and numbers, an inescapable testament to his inability to alter the tide.
Wolverine's solitary determination eventually collided with the realization of his limitations. A bitter pill to swallow, the weight of futility pressed heavily upon him. His unaided struggle against insurmountable odds had become a doomed endeavor. The temptation of surrender crept in, the allure of release from an agonizing existence. The symbiotes' merciless embrace seemed a preferable end to the torment of his reality.
And then, amidst his despair, an entity emerged, a harbinger of an alternative path. A spectral figure stood before him, extending a hand, a proposition of redemption. The entity painted a vivid tapestry of promises: power, revenge, the chance to reshape destiny. It offered the allure of retribution, a siren's call to obliterate the pain of betrayal and loss. In that fateful moment, Logan's choice was cemented, his resolve hardened into a weapon of unbridled conquest.
The entity's words of empowerment lured Wolverine into a pact, a dark alliance that rewired his purpose. Enveloped in a seductive vision of dominance and liberation, he embraced a path of darkness, intent on sating his unquenchable thirst for retribution. With his mind adrift in an abyss of corruption, he embarked on a path of conquest, a merciless campaign that spanned dimensions and worlds, his every victory echoing the hollow triumph of a soul ensnared.
And then, a new opponent emerged, a Guardian whose very presence tore open old wounds and rekindled forgotten emotions. The Guardian's resilience and defiance mirrored the strength he had once yearned for, the ability to stand unwavering against overwhelming odds. A bitter irony tinged the encounter, a confrontation that laid bare the stark dichotomy of his existence. Why had he been denied the power to resist like this Guardian? The question reverberated, a haunting echo in the labyrinthine corridors of his tormented mind.
KA-BOOM!
Wolverine had crashed inside the church where the battle had begun, sent flying miles into the air before landing face-first on the hard concrete floor. The statue of an angel loomed above him, staring down at him with a cold, unyielding gaze. The impact had been devastating, and his body was wracked with pain. He lay there, barely conscious, his body bruised and broken, blood pooling around him as his healing factor, and the symbiote tried its best to heal the wounds but it was an incredibly slow process.
(Dark Wolverine) "Is this how it ends?" I thought to myself as I stared up into the eyes of my angelic companion. "How cruel can you be? Is this payback for all of my crimes? Is karma finally catching up to me?" I couldn't help but let the tears fall as I thought about all that I had lost. "I just wanted them back... I just wanted my family, the X-Men, back. I'm not asking for anything else. God, please. Everything I did was just a distraction, just a way for me to forget about my shit fucking life." I couldn't stop the cough that wracked my body, the pain was unbearable. "This is so unfair..." I muttered, feeling the weight of my actions crushing me. The memories of my past flooded my mind, the guilt and regret overwhelming me.
Boom!
Himegama crashed into a wall near Wolverine.
(Dark Himegama) "NGHA!!"
Wolverine weakly looks at his comrade. She wasn't doing much better than him.
(Dark Wolverine) "Hime... go back to your boss... before it's too late..."
(Dark Himegama) Tries to stand up but falls to the ground on her knees "N-No... we can beat him... we just have to-"
(Dark Wolverine) "Himegama... my healing factor is slowing down... the Guardian probably poisoned my bones with those stingers of his... he knows that one way to kill me is through metal poisoning... and he sure did a number on me with that punch..."
(Dark Himegama) "B-But Logan-"
(Dark Wolverine) "GO!"
Himegama looked down in anger as she listened to Wolverine's final request. Without a word, she quickly left the Church and disappeared, leaving only a symbiotic Wolverine still lying on the ground, his stomach slowly healing from the gaping hole in it.
Wolverine scoffed, slowly standing despite the pain wracking his body. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, but this would be his last stand against the Guardian. He waited for his enemy to arrive, preparing himself for one final battle.
Footsteps echoed through the Church as the Guardian opened the front door. He walked inside, leaving a trail of bloody footprints behind him. He looked forward, spotting Wolverine standing at the other end of the Church, ready to fight but still recovering from his previous injuries. The Guardian's eyes glinted with a cold, ruthless determination as he approached, his massive frame casting a sinister shadow over the Church. The atmosphere was heavy with tension, and the air was thick with the smell of death... Despite Wolverine standing his ground... it was painfully clear who would be the last one standing.
(Spider-Man) "Where's Himegama?"
(Dark Wolverine) "Not telling you..."
(Spider-Man) "Really now? And what are you gonna do? Stop me?"
(Dark Wolverine) "You know, sometimes when you cage the beast, the beast gets angry."
(Spider-Man) "Finally your starting to sound like an actual Wolverine."
(Dark Wolverine) "FUCK YOU! COME ON!"
(Spider-Man) "Nah, I'm saving my stamina on this one."
(Dark Wolverine) "...What?"
(Spider-Man) "Because I can do this." Covers himself with webs and presses a button
As Wolverine looks at Spider-Man who had covered himself with his webs, he heard multiple ticking sounds... Spider-Man had set up bombs inside the church.
(Dark Wolverine) "You sneaky fu-"
The entire area was engulfed in a raging inferno, the intense heat and flames consuming everything in their path. A crate of unknown origin stood amidst the destruction, the only thing remaining unscathed. The only one standing amidst the chaos and devastation was Spider-Man, his body having broken free from his protective cocoon. He surveyed the scene with an unimpressed attitude, his eyes scanning the landscape of death and destruction. He slowly walked towards Wolverine, whose symbiote had been completely burned off, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. The burns on his flesh and insides were severe, and it was clear that he was in immense pain. The once fierce warrior lay there, his body ravaged and broken, his eyes dimming as he was barely alive.
(Dark Wolverine) "Ngh...Ngh....Haaa...akaakka..."
(Spider-Man) "Your vocal cords are fried and your skeleton is now severely poisoned thanks to my poisoned stingers. I've stabbed you multiple times and it's just a matter of time before you die. So tell me, do you want me to be quick and end it all with a swift chop of a magic sword? Or perhaps you'd prefer a slow and painful drowning? Or maybe you'd like to be de-aged until you wither away into nothing? I know all the ways to kill you. So choose wisely, because once you're gone, there's no coming back."
(Dark Wolverine) "N...Nghh...Sec...o...n..."
(Spider-Man) "Drowning it is..."
Spider-Man trudged somberly toward the smoldering remains of Wolverine. He stared blankly at the charred body before him, his heart heavy with remorse. With a cold, calculated precision, he ruthlessly hacked off each limb, ensuring that the mighty mutant could never rise again. The X-Men let out bloodcurdling screams as they watched in horror, tears streaming down his face, his heart breaking as they beheld the brutal murder. The once powerful warrior lay there, his body ravaged and broken, his eyes dimming as the life slowly drained out of him.
The Spider, consumed by his own guilt and dragged his weary body towards the river, his mind consumed by the image of Wolverine's barely lifeless form. Reaching the water's edge, he stumbled upon the anvil he had hidden amongst the bushes, a cruel reminder of the atrocities he had committed. With trembling hands, he bound Wolverine's mutilated body to the anvil, the weight of his actions crashing down upon him. He stood there for what felt like an eternity, staring into the dark and murky depths of the river before him. And then, with a heavy heart and a final prayer for forgiveness, he released the anvil and watched as it sank into the abyss, taking his enemy who has a friend's face and his conscience along with it. The sound of the river rushing by was the only thing left to hear, and the Spider was left alone with his grief.
Wolverine looked up at the blood-red sky as the water pulled him deeper and deeper into its depths. The darkness closed in around him, consuming him, extinguishing the last flickering embers of life that remained. As he sank deeper and deeper into oblivion, he couldn't help but reflect on the tragedy of his existence. Nature had made him a freak, a mutant with extraordinary abilities. A man had used him as a weapon, exploiting his powers for their own gain. And God, in his infinite wisdom, had made his life last too long, condemning him to an eternity of pain and suffering. And now, as he lay dying, consumed by the darkness, he realized that in the end, he was nothing more than a monster. His eyes glazed over, the light within them extinguished forever, and with his final thoughts, Logan passed away into the eternal void.
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Karito Pov
"Mission complete"
"Kill Dark Wolverine"
"Rewards"
"New Skill"
"10 level ups"
Unlocked a new skill...
Unlocking new skill
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... Ding!
Fishing Spider's hair: The Player has small spiky hairs on their body that are very sensitive to vibrations on the water's surface, helping the player walk on water.
Damage empowerment is activating...
Calculating Experience from battle...
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...Ding!
Pluss 20 levels
Skill will continue to save more EXP from battling the army...
Ding! Ding!
Congratulations Player! You have reached prestige 9!
You've been awarded 30 status points!
Current amount of status points: 120
Divide the 120 stats point by 24 for each stat...
All stats have risen by 24!
Current status points: 0
I don't feel happy. Killing Wolverine, killing someone who had my friend's face was a lot harder than I thought. I had to force myself to end him before my heart shattered. Every time I saw him, it reminded me of the Wolverine I had met a long time ago. It brought back so many happy memories. But feeling my fists hit his face, contort his insides and kill him the way I did, it made me feel like I did that to the Logan I knew. My heart hurts, and my head hurts.
He's not the one I know. He's not the one I know. He's not the one I know. He's not the one I know. He's not the one I know. He's not the one I know. He's not the one I know. He's not the one I know. He's not the one I know. He's not the one I know. He's not the one I know. He's not the one I know. He's not the one I know. He's not the one I know. He's not the one I know. He's not the one I know. He's not the one I know. He's not the one I know. He's not the one I know. He's not the one I know. He's not the one I know. He's not the one I know. He's not the one I know. He's not the one I know. He's not the one I know. He's not the one I know. He's not the one I know.
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Sniff...
Fuck... I'm so sorry... Logan...
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I can't even have a moment to think. I can sense more symbiotes coming my way. It's probably better... I shouldn't overthink this. It won't do me any good having a crisis over it. I'll just use those symbiotes to release this rage... this sadness that I'm feeling right now. Because...
I couldn't feel any more dead inside...
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Takina Pov
As I engaged in a hit-and-run battle with the never-ending horde of symbiotes, I employed a strategy of utilizing the various potions stored in the mysterious box given to me by Karito. Each time I sustained a minor injury, the box would dispense a red potion accompanied by an audio recording from Karito explaining that it was a healing potion, effectively mending my wounds. I saved these for dire situations where first aid would not be enough to save me.
Instead, I focused on utilizing the other potions that were also stored in the box, specifically those that enhanced my strength, speed, and senses for a limited amount of time. Recognizing that the symbiotes possessed superior physical abilities, I strategically consumed several of these potions to level the playing field. I had a total of nine of each potion stored in the mystery box, giving me a valuable strategic advantage in the ongoing battle.
As the various potions enhanced my physical capabilities to superhuman levels, the battle against the symbiotes became increasingly manageable. My arsenal of gadgets proved to be highly effective in decimating the swarms of symbiotes that stood in my way, while my machine gun pulverized any that remained. I found myself on a rampage, fueled by a renewed sense of hope as I fought my way up the building to rescue Chisato.
With my heightened senses, I was able to anticipate and evade the symbiotes' attacks with ease. My enhanced strength allowed me to deliver devastating blows that decimated entire groups of symbiotes at once. And my increased speed allowed me to dart around the battlefield, striking quickly and efficiently before the symbiotes could even react.
As I progressed further up the building, my determination to save Chisato only grew stronger. The symbiotes, no matter how numerous, could not stand in my way. With every step I took, I could feel myself getting closer to my goal, and with every symbiote I defeated, the hope of a successful rescue grew stronger.
As I fought my way up the building, I was suddenly confronted with an overwhelming sight. A massive, Herculean figure descended upon me, falling from the stairway above and landing on the electrifying web wall that I had previously set up for the symbiotes below. The figure's roar of rage shook the entire building as it effortlessly destroyed the barrier with a single blow.
Its sheer size and power were intimidating, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I knew that this was no ordinary symbiote, but rather a formidable opponent.
The figure stood tall, its muscles rippling with raw strength. Its eyes blazed with fury as it glared upward the stairs, its massive fists clenched tight. I could feel the heat emanating from its body as if it was a living inferno.
(Dark Majima) "CHISATO!!!"
As I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, I couldn't help but recognize the voice that had just echoed through the building. It was Majima the one who started this living hell. But why had he fallen from the upper floors? Could it be that he was the one who had been holding Chisato, hostage? Did something happen up there?
I knew that if he spotted me, I would be attacked on sight. Majima had become a "Pure Dark," which meant that there was no hope of I nor Chisato to be able to defeat him for good. I had to think fast and come up with a plan before it was too late.
I knew that Chisato and I could only stall until Karito arrived to help us. But what could we do to hold off Majima long enough for that to happen? My mind raced as I searched for a solution, knowing that the stakes were higher than ever before.
(Dark Majima) "Well, well who do we have here?"
I was spotted, and before I could react, Majima had unleashed a powerful back fist, sending me flying through a door and into a dimly lit dining room. The impact was intense, and I could feel the fiery pain coursing through my body. But, as I stumbled to my feet, I realized that a shimmering force field had absorbed much of the attack. Karito had come prepared for this war, and it seemed his barriers were already proving to be invaluable assets.
My thoughts were interrupted as I caught sight of Majima charging toward me with deadly intent. But, thanks to the potion of enhanced speed, I was able to deftly dodge his attack and leave a flashbang in its place. The explosive device detonated with a deafening roar, blinding Majima and leaving him momentarily disoriented. Seizing the opportunity, I aimed my machine gun at his exposed body and pulled the trigger. But, despite his blindness, Majima was able to unleash a flurry of web shots, each one finding its mark and striking my body and face with brutal force. I stumbled back, crashing through a wooden table and grunting in pain as I struggled to stay conscious.
I had no time to think as Majima suddenly launched himself into the air, his imposing figure descending upon me with frightening speed. My body reacted instinctively, summoning a powerful force field to block the incoming attack. The barrier held strong as Majima brought both fists together in a crushing blow, but the impact sent me crashing through the floor and onto a sofa below. I gasped for air, fighting to stay conscious as the pain rippled through my body. Despite the force field absorbing much of the attack, the force of the impact was still overwhelming.
"Shield percentage 40%"
I knew that my force field wouldn't withstand another hit like that. It was already showing signs of strain, and if it broke, I would be defenseless against Majima's next attack. How could I survive this? His symbiote was unlike any I had encountered before. Its power was absolutely overwhelming, and I could sense that he was still holding back. If this was only a fraction of his true capabilities, I couldn't even begin to imagine the full extent of his strength.
Majima descended from the upper floor with ferocious intent, his massive form crashing down toward me with the intention of crushing me. I quickly rolled to the side, narrowly dodging the deadly stomp. I opened fire with my modified machine gun, forcing him to instinctively block and retreat from the noticeable burns the rounds were leaving on his symbiotic hide. He blindly swung his hand toward my direction, forming a massive tentacle that aimed to stop me from firing. But, I was able to dodge it with a stroke of luck. I continued my onslaught of firing rounds, watching as Majima's anger grew with each passing second. I knew that if I stayed there any longer, I would be in danger, so I quickly searched for an exit door to the stairs. Suddenly, Majima's herculean body started to emanate electricity, just like the supervillain Electro. But the way he was crouching down like a ball was concerning, and I had no time to think about it. I needed to find cover, and fast! My heightened senses were screaming for me to run away, and I knew that I had to listen to them.
(Dark Majima) "I learned this from Electro! But this one is nerfed, don't wanna blow the whole building now! NGHHHHAAAAA!!!!"
The building shook violently as Majima unleashed a devastating explosion of energy. The ground shook like an earthquake, and the shockwave of the blast sent me crashing into a wall, my force field shattered into countless pieces. I had no choice but to cover my head as debris rained down upon my exposed body. When the shaking finally subsided, I weakly stood up, my body covered in cuts and bruises. I knew that I had no hope of defeating Majima in this state. The only thing that had kept me alive was now broken, and he still seemed to be toying with me, barely even acknowledging me as a threat.
I rested against the wall, my machine gun in hand, as I watched Majima's imposing figure slowly advance toward me. I resumed firing, but he was easily blocking the shots with his forearms. The damage that my weapon had inflicted before now seemed to be nothing to him. He stopped in front of me, kicked my weapon out of reach, and disarmed me. I quickly pulled out my rail gun and fired a shot straight into his head, but all it did was make his head bounce back. With the momentum, he delivered a devastating headbutt that sent me crashing through a wall. If it hadn't been for my own weapon blocking the attack, I would've lost my skull. The cost was my arm, which broke in the process. My mystery box detected severe damage on my person and quickly used a healing potion. My broken arm and injuries were instantly healed, and I was ready for battle once more, but my main weapon was broken and my machine gun was now out of reach behind Majima.
Is this it? Is this where my journey ends? All the hardships, the sacrifices, and the struggles I went through, and I couldn't even make it halfway. I failed Karito and Chisato, and the weight of that failure is crushing. Everything seems pointless in the face of Majima's overwhelming power. He's an impossible foe, and I can't see a way to defeat him. The despair is suffocating, and my mind is blank as I face my impending demise.
I closed my eyes, my teeth clenched tightly together as I felt a crushing wave of regret wash over me. The regret of not being able to fulfill my mission, of not being able to save my friend. The weight of another's hope placed solely upon me was overwhelming, and my heart felt as though it was being ripped apart by the agony. The despair was all-consuming, and I could feel my willpower faltering under the weight of my failure and Majima's power.
As I accepted my unfortunate fate, a glimmer of hope suddenly appeared. A voice that I thought had been lost forever, called out to me. It was a beacon in the darkness, a reminder that all was not yet lost.
(Chisato) "LEAVE TAKINA ALONE YOU FREAK!"
In a moment of desperation, I saw Chisato unleash a powerful bomb that neutralized Majima's gravity making him weightless in the air. With incredible speed, she lunged toward him, her flaming combat knife in hand. She expertly stabbed him in his side, and with a deft press of a button on the knife's hilt, it unleashed a devastating blast that shredded Majima's insides and sent him hurtling through the wall and into the neighboring room. It was a sudden and unexpected turn of events, and it filled me with renewed hope as I realized that there was still a chance of victory. If we kept this up there's a possibility that Karito will make it in time and we will be able to retreat back into his secret bunker but as long as Majima is still standing he won't allow us to leave via teleporter.
I quickly turned to Chisato with a happy look all plastered on my face.
(Takina) "Y-Your alright, I'm so relieved!" Sighs
(Chisato) "You came all this way for me? Aw~ That's so adorable of you~!"
(Takina) "Don't make me regret my decision."
(Chisato) "Ahaha! I'm just teasing you." Sticks her tongue out
(Takina) "Are you sure you can keep fighting? Will your heart be able to hold out?"
(Chisato) "Well, thanks to Karito's magical weapons and materials, my endurance has increased a lot so I feel fine as of now."
(Takina) "That's concerning."
Our reunion was cut short as a terrifying sight emerged from the rubble. Majima rose from the ground, his symbiotic herculean body towering over us, his eyes burning with an unquenchable rage. He looked down at us with a menacing glare, and we knew that we had not yet seen the full extent of his power. The air around him crackled with electricity as he prepared to unleash his full fury upon us.
(Dark Majima) "Alright, you bitches have earned a more slightly serious me."
...Or so I thought it was his full fury. He's still not serious. This is going to be a problem.
Karito Pov
As I fought my way through the hoards of symbiotes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity. I had been using all of the preparations I had set around the city multiple times already. The symbiotic vultures and electrical ones started to appear more frequently as I made my way closer to Electro and Vulture, thanks to the system GPS locator. I was well-equipped to handle the electric symbiotes, as their attacks were immune to me. Instead, they only recharged me and filled me with more power. All I had to do was overload them and the symbiote would explode, leaving the host to fall helplessly to the ground. The Vulture's sharp feathers were no match for me as I quickly dodged their attacks, taking them down with ease. The ground enemies were starting to feel like child's play as well, my accelerated adaptability skills were in full effect. Fighting this army had become a breeze for me.
I probably had been fighting for more than 30 minutes, perhaps even an hour. Time seemed to have lost its meaning as I was fully immersed in the fight. My focus was solely on the task at hand, taking out as many symbiotes as possible and getting closer to my ultimate goal of defeating Electro and Vulture. With every passing moment, my confidence grew as I continued to dominate the battlefield. The symbiotes were no match for me, and I was determined to emerge victorious in this battle.
A few minutes passed and I finally made it into what appeared to be a power grid, filled with multiple large cylinder-shaped batteries that seemed to be scattered all across the field. I carefully crawled to the top of a nearby building and stared down at my surroundings. As I looked closer, I couldn't help but notice that the entire grid was covered in black tendrils, writhing and twisting as electricity coursed through them like a pulsating heartbeat.
I scanned the area, searching for my ultimate target, Electro. And there he was, standing on a small hill made up of symbiotic tendrils that were connected to four large antenna-like pillars. The tendrils seemed to be a part of him, almost like an extension of his own body. The sight was both eerie and mesmerizing at the same time. It was clear that Electro had a deep connection with the symbiotes, and that this power grid was the source of his strength.
I studied the layout of the grid, noting the position of the batteries and the tendrils that connected them. I knew that if I could disrupt the flow of electricity, I could weaken Electro and make him vulnerable. I made a mental map of the area, noting the best routes to take and the potential hazards. My plan was starting to take shape in my mind, and I knew that this would be my chance to take Electro down once and for all.
As I prepared to engage in battle with Electro, I was suddenly confronted by another obstacle: his partner, the Vulture, emerged from the control systems of the grids, wielding his own symbiote. It was clear that Vulture had strategically left the computer on autopilot in order to join forces with Electro and confront me together. I had foolishly hoped for a relatively simple fight but now found myself facing not only the supercharged Electro but also the enhanced Vulture. The duo had always bragged about their excellent teamwork, and now, I would have to contend with their combined strength and cunning. This was shaping up to be an even more challenging battle than the one I had encountered earlier. I knew that I would have to remain cautious, as they were likely to call upon their own underlings to attack me while I was occupied with them. Their teamwork is rather annoying and their combination of power and cunning made them a formidable opponent. This was going to be another hard fight.
(Symbiote Vulture) "Well, well look who we have here. The Spider has finally joined us."
(Symbiote Electro) "Thanks for letting me know, Adrian. I was focused on disrupting connections and power across the entire nation."
(Symbiote Vulture) "It's no problem, my friend. Now focus on the new task at hand. We need to get rid of the Guardian so we can succeed in conquering this world."
(Spider-Man) "Hey, guys! I'm here you know?"
(Symbiote Electro) "You won't be in a minute Spider! We will beat you and I will burn you to shreds! I will become a GOD!"
(Spider-Man) "A God named Sparkles?"
In a fit of rage, Electro unleashed a powerful line of dark electricity in my direction, but I quickly and expertly dodged it, my body instinctively reacting to the danger. I landed on a large water pipe, my mind racing as I tried to come up with a plan to defeat these formidable foes. I quickly assessed my surroundings and spotted an opportunity, I decided to break the pipes and aim the water at Electro, hoping to short out his electrical powers. However, he was not so easily defeated and he quickly shot his electricity again, stopping the water from reaching him. This was a setback, but I refused to let it discourage me.
Vulture, seeing my momentary distraction, took this chance to strike and quickly moved to the side, throwing his sword-like wings toward me. The sword was flying towards me with deadly precision, forcing me to dodge not only it but also Electro's attacks at the same time. It was a challenging task, but my acrobatic skills and quick reflexes allowed me to move fluidly and gracefully, avoiding their attacks and continuing my spree of dodges.
The two enemies were relentless and they weren't giving me a chance to stop and catch my breath. They were working together seamlessly, trying to wear me down, but I refused to give up. I knew that I had to keep moving, to keep dodging, and to stay alert for any opportunity to strike back.
Vulture came at me with incredible speed and ferocity, tackling me through a cylindrical battery from the power grid. He was determined to take me down, and his razor-sharp wings glinted in the light as he attempted to impale me. But I was ready for his attack. I channeled my inner strength and unleashed a Venom Punch, striking him square in the face with all the force I could muster. The impact was powerful, and it made him recoil from the attack, momentarily stunned.
I seized this opportunity to push him off me and quickly regained my footing. I could see the look of surprise on his face as I sent him soaring high into the air with a powerful kick. With him momentarily disoriented, I moved in to land a hammer fist right at Vulture's temple.
As I fell to the ground, the sound of Electro's battle cries filled my ears. I knew that I had to act fast if I wanted to survive this encounter. I quickly turned around, my body reacting instinctively to the threat behind me. I prepared myself for his onslaught, bracing for impact as I readied my body for the coming attack. My mind was racing as I assessed my surroundings, looking for any opportunity to turn the tide of the battle in my favor. I was ready for anything that Electro could throw at me, and I was determined to emerge victorious from this fight.
To be continued...