No, Cat, I'm doing this for all the ninjas' approval.
[ Spoken as he decks one in the face, knocking him unconscious. ]
Except for him, I guess. And everyone else I knocked out so far.
[ He ducks into a flipped dog pose like he's in the middle of some yoga, dodging the horizontal slash of a ninja's katana-- something meant for the side of his stomach. As he subsequently rises to stand upright, Peter webs the edge of the katana's blade to snatch it from the ninja's hands. Wielding it for himself, Peter begins parrying the strikes of other ninjas' blades, though his movements resemble Chinese swordsmanship more than the Japanese that the Hand would better recognize. Carefully, he responds to every attempted blow by merely swatting ninjas' faces with the flat of his blade. He occasionally strikes a ninja somewhere - the abdomen, the thigh right above the knee, etc. - with the butt of his sword's handle. A non-lethal yet nonetheless efficient approach made clearing the room even easier for Spidey, but he's got two ninjas left to take down before a massive ancient egg starts flying his way. ]
Alley-oop!
[ Deftly, Peter discards the sword to dart forward and catch the egg before it could land. It's so big he needs to embrace it with both arms, but to him, it's certainly not heavy. The two remaining ninjas leap in his direction at once, but he jumps to kick both of them with each leg-- another thing he picked up from Shang-Chi. A single strike to each doesn't knock them out, but the impact from flying into reinforced glass displays sure does.
Clutching the egg in one arm now, Peter sets his webshooter to fire a larger web ball from afar, all to web down the last conscious ninja in the room: the one who'd been manning the machine, both initially protected by the ninja Felicia's now scratching up. ]
Glad it really was just ninjas this time. Was Daredevil seriously too busy for this?
[ "Something something Kingpin." That's the best that can be articulated from Peter's vague recollection of why Matt's not even here. ]
no subject
[ Spoken as he decks one in the face, knocking him unconscious. ]
Except for him, I guess. And everyone else I knocked out so far.
[ He ducks into a flipped dog pose like he's in the middle of some yoga, dodging the horizontal slash of a ninja's katana-- something meant for the side of his stomach. As he subsequently rises to stand upright, Peter webs the edge of the katana's blade to snatch it from the ninja's hands. Wielding it for himself, Peter begins parrying the strikes of other ninjas' blades, though his movements resemble Chinese swordsmanship more than the Japanese that the Hand would better recognize. Carefully, he responds to every attempted blow by merely swatting ninjas' faces with the flat of his blade. He occasionally strikes a ninja somewhere - the abdomen, the thigh right above the knee, etc. - with the butt of his sword's handle. A non-lethal yet nonetheless efficient approach made clearing the room even easier for Spidey, but he's got two ninjas left to take down before a massive ancient egg starts flying his way. ]
Alley-oop!
[ Deftly, Peter discards the sword to dart forward and catch the egg before it could land. It's so big he needs to embrace it with both arms, but to him, it's certainly not heavy. The two remaining ninjas leap in his direction at once, but he jumps to kick both of them with each leg-- another thing he picked up from Shang-Chi. A single strike to each doesn't knock them out, but the impact from flying into reinforced glass displays sure does.
Clutching the egg in one arm now, Peter sets his webshooter to fire a larger web ball from afar, all to web down the last conscious ninja in the room: the one who'd been manning the machine, both initially protected by the ninja Felicia's now scratching up. ]
Glad it really was just ninjas this time. Was Daredevil seriously too busy for this?
[ "Something something Kingpin." That's the best that can be articulated from Peter's vague recollection of why Matt's not even here. ]