As the chaos of battle enveloped the skyline, Hobie Brown, aka Spider-Punk, gritted his teeth as he locked arms with Prowler Miles. Their fists collided with a resounding crack, sending shockwaves through the air. Hobie's guitar hummed in his other hand, charged with raw energy, but Prowler Miles wasn't backing down. Venom power crackled along his gauntlet as he leaned in, their eyes meeting in a tense standoff.
Hobie, voice gruff but resolute, smirked as he pushed back. "I ain't gonna give up, mate. I've got a whole universe of reasons to keep fighting."
Prowler Miles scowled, his grip tightening. "You don't know what real loss is."
Suddenly, with a quick spin, Hobie disengaged, swinging his guitar with a wide arc. The metal body of the instrument glowed bright blue as it crashed into Prowler Miles' side, sending him stumbling back. "I know more than you think, bruv!" Hobie shouted, his voice hoarse with exertion.
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"Come on, SP//dr! We can't let him trick us!" she shouted as the mech struggled to break through the illusions. Mysterio's robotic tentacles lashed out, aiming to tear through the SP//dr's joints.
Just as Vulture was about to close in, Peter Porker came flying through the air, his cartoonish hammer raised high. "Saaay cheese!" He brought it down with a mighty thwack on Vulture's wing, sending him spiraling uncontrollably into the nearby scaffolding. The crash echoed through the battlefield as Vulture struggled to regain control, feathers flying everywhere.
"Thanks, Porker!" Peni called out, gritting her teeth as she recalibrated her sensors, cutting through Mysterio's illusions. With newfound clarity, her mech's thrusters roared to life, propelling her forward. The SP//dr's fist slammed into Mysterio's helmet, shattering the glass dome and exposing his fear-stricken face beneath the mask. "You and your tricks are done, Beck!"
Mysterio, disoriented and furious, sent out another wave of holographic doubles to confuse the battlefield. However, Peter Porker bounced in with his mallet, swatting away the illusions with ease. "You're not even the real deal, Mysterio! Give it up!"
Meanwhile, on the ground, Spider-Man Noir kept his cool amidst the visual chaos. Dozens of Green Goblins flew around him, cackling as they tossed pumpkin bombs. Noir honed in on the one true Goblin, listening closely for the sinister laugh that stood out from the illusions.
Not far away, Electro's body surged with blinding blue electricity. He raised both hands, cackling madly as bolts of lightning shot toward Spider-Man Noir. The streets lit up in a flash of light, and Noir leaped behind a ruined car, narrowly avoiding the brunt of the attack.
"Always with the lights. You're gonna give me a headache." Noir grumbled as he reached into his trench coat and pulled out his revolver. His eyes narrowed as he aimed carefully, using the chaotic glow of Electro's electricity to locate the source of the power.
With one precise shot, the bullet connected with a nearby transformer, overloading it and causing an explosion that sent Electro reeling backward. "What's the matter? Too shocking for ya?" Noir muttered, stepping out from the smoke.
Above the battlefield, Green Goblin swooped down on his glider, laughing maniacally as he tossed pumpkin bombs left and right. "You can't outrun chaos, Spider-Man!" he roared, his yellow eyes glowing with madness.
But Spider-Man Noir was ready. His quick reflexes and combat-hardened instincts kicked in as he dodged one bomb after another, using the debris as cover. "I've danced with bigger psychos than you, Goblin!" he shouted, flinging himself onto Goblin's glider mid-flight. "Got you, freak."
Noir slammed his fist into Green Goblin's face, sending the two of them spinning out of control in the air. Goblin clawed at him, trying to regain control of the glider, but Noir held on, determined to bring him down.
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Meanwhile, back on the ground, Hobie ducked under another powerful swing from Prowler Miles, narrowly avoiding the crackling energy of his gauntlet. "You're fast, but not fast enough!" Prowler Miles growled, his face twisted in fury.
"You're angry, mate, but anger ain't enough to win this!" Hobie shot back, his guitar glowing with energy. He swung it hard, sending out a shockwave that knocked Prowler Miles back a few feet.
Across the battlefield, Peni Parker's SP//dr mech finally managed to gain the upper hand on Mysterio. With a mighty heave, she ripped one of his projectors from its mounting and crushed it in her hand. "Your illusions are outdated, Beck!" Peni taunted as she powered up her mech for another strike.
Mysterio snarled in frustration. "You brat! You'll regret that!" But before he could retaliate, Spider-Ham came bouncing in, hammer in hand. "No time to whine, Beck!" Peter Porker shouted as he swung his mallet right into Mysterio's face, sending him flying into a nearby wall.
As the dust settled, Hobie, Peni, Noir, and Porker regrouped, standing side by side as the Sinister Six struggled to recover.
Prowler Miles stood at the forefront of his group, breathing heavily, his eyes burning with rage. "You can't stop us! You're all just delaying the inevitable!" he shouted, his voice raw.
But Hobie, with a smirk on his face, wiped the sweat from his brow and tightened his grip on his guitar. "We're Spider-People, mate. We don't give up."
Prowler Miles, locked in a fierce battle with Hobie, yelled out, "Why do you even care about saving his father anyway? That's already his fate!!!"
Hobie, panting, countered with a heavy swing of his guitar, sending shockwaves through the air. "We fight because it's the right thing to do, man. No one deserves to suffer alone, not even you."
For a moment, Prowler Miles hesitated, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. But it was quickly replaced with rage. "You don't understand! You'll never understand!"
Uncle Aaron stepped forward, placing a hand on Prowler Miles' shoulder, steadying him. "We finish this together, kid."
With the Sinister Six regrouping behind him, Prowler Miles raised his arm, preparing for a final, devastating strike. "This ends now!"
But Hobie, still defiant, smirked as he stood his ground. "Not today, mate. Not while we're still standing."
The battle was far from over, but with each Spider-Person holding their ground, it was clear: they weren't just fighting for the multiverse—they were fighting for each other.
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[Meanwhile in Michael Universe]
In the chaos of battle, Chris Hilton stood at the entrance of the restaurant, bloodied but determined, gripping his makeshift weapons—a fork and a knife. Around him, the streets of New York had turned into a war zone, with Chitauri invaders swarming like relentless insects. the city vibrating with their guttural war cries.
"They just keep coming.." Chris muttered under his breath, sweat trickling down his brow. Despite his exhaustion, he refused to let up. The years of arnis training kicked in like second nature as another Chitauri lunged at him, its weapon raised. With a swift movement, Chris jabbed the fork directly into the alien's eye, causing it to screech in agony. Without hesitation, he plunged the knife into its heart, killing it instantly.
Nearby, Lilith, her eyes glowing a deep, menacing red, moved with inhuman speed. The daughter of Dracula, she was no stranger to battle, and tonight, she was in her element. With every blink, she was a blur of destruction, appearing and vanishing between Chitauri soldiers, her claws slicing through their throats and her fangs sinking into their flesh.
"They're persistent.." Lilith said between breaths, her voice calm but tinged with frustration. She spun, decapitating one of the creatures before vanishing again into the swarm, tearing apart another Chitauri with supernatural ease.
Chris barely had time to breathe as another group of Chitauri charged at him. One of them raised its weapon, ready to fire. Reacting purely on instinct, Chris grabbed the corpse of the Chitauri he had just slain and used it as a shield, deflecting the incoming blast. The sound of the energy weapon rang in his ears, but he held his ground, tossing the dead body aside and quickly dispatching two more Chitauri with precise strikes from his knife.
As the tide of battle raged on, the streets were littered with the bodies of the fallen. But for every enemy they defeated, more seemed to pour in from the skies above. Chris and Lilith shared a brief glance, the exhaustion clear in their eyes, but neither of them wavered.
"They're not stopping," Chris said, wiping the blood from his face.
Lilith snarled, her fangs bared. "Neither are we." She vanished again, her figure blurring through the battlefield as she sliced through the ranks of the Chitauri, a deadly force of nature.
Despite their fatigue, the two fought with everything they had, knowing that they couldn't afford to lose—not here, not now.
And as Chris fought through the relentless wave of Chitauri, an unexpected pain shot through his chest. His heart felt like it was being squeezed, a deep ache that made him momentarily stagger. He clutched his chest, his hand trembling.
"Chris, what's wrong?" Lilith's voice broke through the chaos, her glowing red eyes narrowing in concern as she sped to his side, taking down a nearby Chitauri with a swift motion.
Chris tried to speak, but the pain in his chest deepened, not physical—something far worse. It felt like a piece of his soul had been ripped away. The battlefield around him seemed to blur for a moment as a horrible realization settled in his gut.
Someone close to him was gone.
"Loe..." Chris whispered under his breath, his eyes widening in disbelief. The bond he shared with his close friends, Loe Halloway was strong. They had fought alongside each other for so long that Chris could feel it—one of them was gone.
"No, no, no..." he muttered, shaking his head as the realization hit him harder. He stumbled backward, struggling to focus as the image of Loe dying, the feeling of loss, overwhelmed him. He could almost hear the echo of Mindy's voice screaming Loe's name.
Lilith, seeing the distress in Chris, grabbed his shoulder, her grip firm but gentle. "Chris, stay with me. What's happening?"
Chris looked at her, his eyes filled with anguish, his breath ragged. "Loe... I think... he's gone."
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Mark stood, his body trembling with a mix of rage and grief. His hands clenched into fists, and his eyes locked onto Corvus Glaive, blazing with fury. The sight of his fallen friend Loe burned in his mind, fueling the fire in his soul.
Corvus Glaive sneered at Mark, clearly unimpressed. "What's that look of yours? I don't like it!"
Mark didn't respond, his anger simmering beneath the surface. He felt Emily standing beside him, her presence comforting yet grounding. She had always been his rock, his support, but this fight was something he needed to face alone.
Mark turned to Emily, his voice calm but filled with a steely resolve. "Let me handle him alone, please."
Emily hesitated, her eyes filled with concern. "Dear, but—" She paused, seeing the expression on Mark's face, his eyes reflecting the weight of vengeance he carried. She understood. This was more than just a fight. It was personal.
Emily gave a soft nod, her voice low but supportive. "Be careful."
Mark nodded in return, his gaze softening for just a moment as he met her eyes. "I love you." he said, a quiet promise before turning back to Corvus.
Emily stepped back, giving him space but ready to leap in if needed. She knew how much Mark had lost today.
Mark faced Corvus Glaive, the enemy who had taunted him, who had dared to smirk at Loe's death. His fists tightened, and he stepped forward, each footfall heavy with purpose.
"You're going to pay for what you did." Mark said, his voice low and menacing.
Mark Taylor, fueled by rage and the boost serum coursing through his veins, felt his strength surge beyond anything he had ever known. His power had increased a hundredfold, turning him into something more—a force capable of destroying Corvus Glaive.
Corvus, unaware of the transformation in Mark, laughed as he twirled his glaive with deadly precision. "I'd like to see you try." he sneered, overconfident.
But Mark, now Nightwing, wasn't the same man he had been just moments before. His anger had reached a breaking point, and with it, his power had exploded. He lunged forward with blinding speed, his batons in hand, striking at Corvus with fierce precision.
Corvus reacted, swinging his glaive with all his might to meet the attack, but Mark's movements were too fast. Mark shifted his hands left and right, alternating the swings of his batons, each strike coming at Corvus from a new angle, forcing him on the defensive.
Mark kicked Corvus in the chest, sending him stumbling backward. He moved swiftly, swinging his baton with his left hand. Corvus blocked it, thinking he had anticipated the strike—but it was a feint. In a lightning-fast motion, Mark swung his right hand, smashing the other baton across Corvus's face with a resounding crack.
Corvus staggered, his glaive slipping from his hands as he clutched his face, blood dripping from where Mark had struck him. For the first time, Corvus looked vulnerable, his arrogance shattered.
Mark, breathing heavily but showing no signs of fatigue, glared down at Corvus. "You will die by my hands" Mark growled, his voice dripping with venom. "Now, say your prayers."
To be continue