Well actually, the shuriken's pretty cool to the touch.
[ Oh, he's just being even more facetious now. He even says it more like "well ackchyually," mocking those who butt into conversations they're unqualified to contribute to. There's nobody like that in their midst, of course (though Peter can't speak for every ninja in the room), and Peter's facetiousness only serves to deflect one immutable fact: he likes that he can still impress Felicia.
No more of that now, though. At least that's what he tells himself when he snatches a ninja's sai with his own webbing before leaping to dropkick that same ninja into a wall. It's a good thing all the artifacts are encased in superbly reinforced glass. At his angriest, Peter can break the stuff with his own strength - he's certainly done that once by smashing Logan through an equally reinforced window. But from just a roundhouse kick or straight up picking up and throwing a ninja, their bodies subsequently colliding with the glass displays isn't enough to break them and compromise the artifacts.
It's that kind of understanding that gives Peter the leeway to cut loose, but not by too much. Though highly skilled, these Hand personnel are still people, and just because they can make themselves come back doesn't mean he's just gonna kill them. A disarm and knockout will always be preferable to him, and that's precisely what he does, combining his spider-sense with every tidbit of kung fu that he picked up from Shang-Chi. Anything adequate to countering every move the Hand can throw at him, he mines from muscle memory more than his spider-sense. ]
If hotness is what you want, Cat,
[ A katana-wielding ninja leaps towards Peter mid-speech, but before the blade can descend upon him-- ]
How about this?
[ --he catches it between his two palms, and with a powerful twist of his upper body, shatters the blade in two. The ninja can only stand there speechless, beside himself at the realization that Spider-Man also knows martial arts. ]
Glad I haven't forgotten the Way of the Spider.
[ And with that, he leaps further into the fray, utterly preoccupied with holding off all the remaining ninjas. Of the two still manning the machine, one eyes Felicia securing her grappling hook to it. "We'll have none of that," he says, producing a gas pellet to obscure his next move. Like any competent ninja, he then throws several shuriken through the smoke, hoping that'll keep Felicia busy long enough for him to draw a katana and sever the grappling wire.
Stuff's tougher than it looks, though, and whatever Felicia does next, she'll find the ninja still trying to saw it apart. ]
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[ Oh, he's just being even more facetious now. He even says it more like "well ackchyually," mocking those who butt into conversations they're unqualified to contribute to. There's nobody like that in their midst, of course (though Peter can't speak for every ninja in the room), and Peter's facetiousness only serves to deflect one immutable fact: he likes that he can still impress Felicia.
No more of that now, though. At least that's what he tells himself when he snatches a ninja's sai with his own webbing before leaping to dropkick that same ninja into a wall. It's a good thing all the artifacts are encased in superbly reinforced glass. At his angriest, Peter can break the stuff with his own strength - he's certainly done that once by smashing Logan through an equally reinforced window. But from just a roundhouse kick or straight up picking up and throwing a ninja, their bodies subsequently colliding with the glass displays isn't enough to break them and compromise the artifacts.
It's that kind of understanding that gives Peter the leeway to cut loose, but not by too much. Though highly skilled, these Hand personnel are still people, and just because they can make themselves come back doesn't mean he's just gonna kill them. A disarm and knockout will always be preferable to him, and that's precisely what he does, combining his spider-sense with every tidbit of kung fu that he picked up from Shang-Chi. Anything adequate to countering every move the Hand can throw at him, he mines from muscle memory more than his spider-sense. ]
If hotness is what you want, Cat,
[ A katana-wielding ninja leaps towards Peter mid-speech, but before the blade can descend upon him-- ]
How about this?
[ --he catches it between his two palms, and with a powerful twist of his upper body, shatters the blade in two. The ninja can only stand there speechless, beside himself at the realization that Spider-Man also knows martial arts. ]
Glad I haven't forgotten the Way of the Spider.
[ And with that, he leaps further into the fray, utterly preoccupied with holding off all the remaining ninjas. Of the two still manning the machine, one eyes Felicia securing her grappling hook to it. "We'll have none of that," he says, producing a gas pellet to obscure his next move. Like any competent ninja, he then throws several shuriken through the smoke, hoping that'll keep Felicia busy long enough for him to draw a katana and sever the grappling wire.
Stuff's tougher than it looks, though, and whatever Felicia does next, she'll find the ninja still trying to saw it apart. ]