There are three-winged creatures that can be either bird-men or fish.
In any case, adding a wing named Harry Osborn to Peter isn't impossible.
Originally, after Harry shouted the F-word, cursing Atreus as a "Son of a Bitch
Atreus didn't mind turning him into a cute little Harry.
A headless, adorable kind of Harry.
Since Peter spoke up, let's cross one name off the hit list and replace it with a "limbless human."
To be honest, Atreus had no idea what the Green Goblin lineage could offer him. He didn't count on any basic stats, as the Goblin didn't have much physical prowess to boast about.
If anything, it was those flashy gadgets.
But compared to Iron Man and Batman, they were nothing.
"I'll kill you, bastard! I'm going to slice up your body and study it thoroughly! And no, I won't use anesthesia!" Harry's mouth was nearly smashed in from the kick. If it weren't for the Green Goblin mask, Atreus's kick would've killed him. The pain was so intense that Harry was slurring his insults.
Harry circled Atreus, searching for an opening.
He didn't know what tricks Atreus had up his sleeve, only that this brute had killed Dr. Lizard and seemingly just dealt with the Rhino.
Harry decided to test him by launching a few small missiles.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" The small missiles, about the size of thermos bottles, spiraled swiftly, trailing long jets as they darted toward Atreus.
But…
*Snap!*
With the snap of a finger, the electronic components in all the homing missiles sparked and malfunctioned on the spot.
Harry had no idea what had just happened. His missiles didn't self-destruct, but they turned into unguided rockets, veering off in different directions.
*Boom boom boom!*
Several rockets even struck the police cars chasing them.
"Damn! Is that lunatic Harry Osborn?" A bloodied officer crawled out of his burning squad car, yelling into his radio.
"Uh, seems like it really is him." Captain George glanced at the TV screen showing the second-generation Green Goblin.
Harry's biggest problem was his flamboyance. He didn't even bother wearing a mask while committing crimes, and he'd recently been on the front page, so at least half of New York recognized him.
Captain George wasn't fazed. He immediately shouted into the police comms, "We have enough evidence to suspect Harry Osborn is a great danger to public safety. Kratos will handle him for now. If Kratos fails, then NYPD SWAT will take over."
Easier said than done—there's no way regular SWAT could deal with the firepower of the Goblin's glider.
Seeing that his rockets couldn't take Atreus down, Harry swooped in for a dive-bomb attack after sharply turning the glider in the narrow space.
*Rat-tat-tat!*
Machine guns mounted on the glider's nose spat out tongues of fire.
In Harry's mind, Atreus should've been riddled with bullets.
But Atreus didn't dodge, crossing his arms to protect his face while letting the 7.62mm bullets rain down.
*Clang clang clang!*
Thanks to his *Hardened Skin*, Atreus ignored the barrage entirely.
This scene stunned not only the onlooking girls like Mary Jane but even Harry himself.
These were 7.62mm armor-piercing rounds with hardened steel cores! Even with lower quality rounds, they could still punch through 15mm thick steel plates.
And this guy just tanked them?
Is he Superman?
Harry was so terrified his scalp tingled. He twisted his left foot sharply, and the glider, sensing his shift in weight, smoothly banked.
Too late!
Atreus stomped the ground hard, launching himself like a white comet toward the airborne Harry.
Seeing the bald brute rapidly growing larger in his field of vision, Harry almost wet himself.
Before today, he was just a naive playboy.
In this moment, any trace of his suave persona vanished.
In a panic, his neatly combed golden hair frizzed out like a lion's mane, and his twisted face stretched into a gaping scream:
"Don't come any closer—!"
Atreus couldn't help but feel a bit awkward.
Still, a snap was necessary.
*Snap!*
Another finger snap, activating * Elemental Control!*
Atreus could influence any electronic system within his range. How much interference he could cause depended on the target's resistance.
If this were Iron Man's armor with JARVIS onboard, Atreus's control might be limited since JARVIS could auto-correct the flight module and manage each engine's output.
The Goblin glider was nowhere near that advanced.
It was at least two tiers below.
So, Harry Osborn was doomed.
*Boom!* To Harry, it felt like a curse. His glider's engine failed at just the wrong moment, cutting its power in half. Harry now had to struggle to maintain balance, or he'd be performing an aerial stunt from a hundred meters high.
Even so, as Atreus passed by, Harry was furious, hurling several bladed boomerangs.
Of course, they missed.
Despite his arsenal of Goblin gear, Harry hadn't mastered using any of it properly, so his performance was abysmal.
Atreus didn't even bother drawing his *Blades of Chaos*, casually deflecting the boomerangs with the back of his fingers.
Yes, just that effortlessly!
The difference in their power levels was worlds apart.
Atreus scaled the side of a building and watched as Harry's glider spiraled out of control.
*Thud!*
With a sound that echoed throughout the entire block, no matter how hard Harry tried to maintain control, he couldn't avoid the fate of crashing face-first into the ground.
The impact sent him rolling like a bag of trash.
If it weren't for the Goblin armor, he would've been dead by now.
Even so, both of his arms were broken.
Through his bloodied vision, Harry saw flashing police lights... and that towering figure, looking down at him like a god.
"You bastard! Why didn't you kill me? Are you mocking me?!"
The bald brute's rugged face twisted into a cruel smile.
"Kill you? You're not worth it! If you want to die so badly, do it yourself."
A Green Goblin boomerang landed next to Harry's neck.
If he were a real tough guy, he could slice his own throat.
Unfortunately, he wasn't.
"Ahhhh! It hurts! Help—me—I don't want to die—" His cowardice and overwhelming will to live forced Harry to scream for help.
(End of Chapter)