The entry door of the hallway to Doom's cell slides open - revealing a very triumphant-looking Colonel Peter Parker, accompanied by ten agents in SHIELD garb - some of whom are entering by crawling on the ceiling or the walls
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As Spider - their spider, noted, they don't have time for this. Sarah steps to the front of the group - not just because she's the bulletproof one, but because she has something in mind. She whirls the hammer in front of her, building up a mini-windstorm to buy them some space. "Get moving, folks!"
Colonel Parker tags a console near the door with a small object, and the place goes into lockdown mode - the doors and windows sealing up. His team braces against the building wind, using spider-strength and their ability to adhere to surfaces.
Parker tucks the small passkey into one of his pockets.
"Sorry, kid, there's no way you're getting out of here without a fight."
He pulls out a small energy pistol and fires a few stunbolts at Sarah - won't be enough to put her down, in any case, but they'll sting like hell.
Agent John Jameson swore a blue streak as he managed to dampen some of the opponent's tackle by swinging them into a grapple. One foot adhering to the floor kept him anchored, and still technically upright. (The backwards bend he was executing would put an olympic gymnast to shame.) "Goddammit, this is why I HATE shifters!!" His unanchored leg hooked through the mirror image's, and with a one-footed leap, he moved to smash his opponent between him and the wall.
Raven fights off a grin. There's nothing like a man who knows how to use his tongue.
"That's not natural!" She grunts increduously at his backbend, trying to confuse any soldiers nearby. Nice to know she doesn't have to stay so stiff.
She struggles an arm out of his grapple, letting him smash her up against the wall. Her lungs can take it better than his. The free hand buries in his hair in an attempt to slam his face against the wall.
"What fun's natural, bitch? If you really ARE a woman under the blue." Jameson manages to twist enough to take the hit to the wall at an angle, rather than breaking his nose. He grins confidently, despite the throbbing in his temple. "My fiancee calls a hit like that 'foreplay'." Mystique, if she tried to pull her hand away, would find it bonded to his scalp. Shifting quickly, his legs locked around her waist, adhering as well, as he bashed his forehead towards her face.
He's fought both with and against SHIELD agents many times in his home universe. He recognizes changes in their training, of course... their combat styles are marginally different. But there are enough similarities that he's more easily able to avoid their fire. Two glancing shots sting, but don't cause any real damage.
He presses himself into a niche to avoid the energy bolts, carefully aiming at the unarmored face on one agent before releasing a shot. If it hits, the target will be out for a while, and will wake with one hell of a nasty headache, but will otherwise be okay.
Agent Thompson brandishes a stun rifle - larger than the sidearms most of the crew are carrying - specially requisitioned for dealing with the metamorph, based on the readings from the helicarrier.
"Say g'night, Casper.."
A barrage of yellow-white bolts streak at Morph, destabilizing his ability to control the areas where the bolts impact.
General Grimm stands there for a moment, conflicted. Even with all this going down, working with Doom...
...on the other hand, it looks like Parker's been planning for a shot at this. "Far be it from me t'dissapoint 'em." Grimm muttered, calmly stepping forward, reaching into his pocket...
...and hurling a grenade towards a nearby group of Spider-Agents. The flashbang goes off with a PAFF, the localized aura of light shreaking out to stun and confuse the target agents, while the General adjusts his protective goggles, and puts his dukes up. "If any a'you kids feels up t'it." Grimm says with a saunter, "I think it's half past clobberin'time!"
The three agents closest to the flash recoil, shielding their eyes. One of them squints at the blurry form of General Grimm with a grimace.
"The old man is mine."
Special Agent Edward Brock is known as the shortest fuse in Parker's commando squad - and nobody likes him when he's angry. He foregoes his sidearm to leap at Grimm - itching to make the fight personal.
Brock hits Grimm dead in the face, causing the older man to wobble a little; showing his age, perhaps, as he struggles to keep standing...
...but why is he smiling? "Thanks." Grimm adds with a wink, "Saved me the jump." The "stumble" suddenly solidifies, Grimm using where the punched positioned him to set up a massive uppercut, aimed right at Brock's exposed chin!
Brock's probably the one guy on the team who ignores the buzzing warning of danger he gets - because he likes to show off how well he can take a punch.
Of course, General Grimm is no slouch - Brock reels back, stumbling a half step, before recovering with a slight grin. He wipes blood off his chin, and leaps in to attack again.
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But that doesn't mean he's not on guard.
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She whirls the hammer in front of her, building up a mini-windstorm to buy them some space. "Get moving, folks!"
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Parker tucks the small passkey into one of his pockets.
"Sorry, kid, there's no way you're getting out of here without a fight."
He pulls out a small energy pistol and fires a few stunbolts at Sarah - won't be enough to put her down, in any case, but they'll sting like hell.
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"Get her!" Shouts one of the identical pair.
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"That's not natural!" She grunts increduously at his backbend, trying to confuse any soldiers nearby. Nice to know she doesn't have to stay so stiff.
She struggles an arm out of his grapple, letting him smash her up against the wall. Her lungs can take it better than his. The free hand buries in his hair in an attempt to slam his face against the wall.
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He presses himself into a niche to avoid the energy bolts, carefully aiming at the unarmored face on one agent before releasing a shot. If it hits, the target will be out for a while, and will wake with one hell of a nasty headache, but will otherwise be okay.
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They move just like Spider-Man. Spider-Man with a few years of intensive SHIELD training.
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"Puny humans! Morph SMASH!"
He leaps at the SHIELD squad.
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"Say g'night, Casper.."
A barrage of yellow-white bolts streak at Morph, destabilizing his ability to control the areas where the bolts impact.
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Parts of Morph go melty, and he hits the ground, semi-puddled.
"What a world, what a world.."
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"Stay down, guy. For your own good."
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...on the other hand, it looks like Parker's been planning for a shot at this. "Far be it from me t'dissapoint 'em." Grimm muttered, calmly stepping forward, reaching into his pocket...
...and hurling a grenade towards a nearby group of Spider-Agents. The flashbang goes off with a PAFF, the localized aura of light shreaking out to stun and confuse the target agents, while the General adjusts his protective goggles, and puts his dukes up. "If any a'you kids feels up t'it." Grimm says with a saunter, "I think it's half past clobberin'time!"
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"The old man is mine."
Special Agent Edward Brock is known as the shortest fuse in Parker's commando squad - and nobody likes him when he's angry. He foregoes his sidearm to leap at Grimm - itching to make the fight personal.
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Brock hits Grimm dead in the face, causing the older man to wobble a little; showing his age, perhaps, as he struggles to keep standing...
...but why is he smiling? "Thanks." Grimm adds with a wink, "Saved me the jump." The "stumble" suddenly solidifies, Grimm using where the punched positioned him to set up a massive uppercut, aimed right at Brock's exposed chin!
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Of course, General Grimm is no slouch - Brock reels back, stumbling a half step, before recovering with a slight grin. He wipes blood off his chin, and leaps in to attack again.
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