even with plated armor , insides churn from the sheer force behind. heels entrench themselves within loose gravel. litany of curse words spilling from under his breath. right glove unfurls a flashbang. detonation almost immediate when it clatters to the ground.
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prowess and enhancement meant nothing when one was on their back. spider-man was not the only one blessed with meta-human capabilities , lazarus revival has transformed his already menacing stature further. regeneration. durability. power , never-mind his arsenal.
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β compliments wonβt make me go easy. β
closing the distance with heavy footfalls. cracking knuckles and removing leather jacket that clung to his toned torso. rippled muscles strain against plated armor , unveiling just how much of the man was sheer strength.
concrete shatters as red hoodβs physique crashes. pain ripples across his backside. sitting up , he hurls a weighted blade straight at spider-manβs chest while coming to a stand. firearm returns to his holster as thick arms raise brandishing furled fists.
β come here bitch. β
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sticks and stones. visage remains fixated on the vigilante β already contemplating what part of the otherβs costume heβd take as a trophy β or maybe even his head.
β difference is , mine is symbolic β youβre a cheap fucking rendition thatβs lacking in every department.β
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in an attempt at countering , red hoodβs broad arm swings backwards , colliding with air as it narrowly misses noctuaβs skull.
his own smashes painfully against his helmetβs interior , and even with the cushioning it provided it still sends him stumbling with a groan.
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watching as noctuaβs blood mists into the air , red hood grins underneath his helm. even as a dull throb travels outwards from the impact his knee. following his disrupted aim , he shifts the metal barrel into his hand β converting it into a melee weapon.
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β finally see why they keep ya' around. β
percussing his taunt with heavy thrusts. curse words spilling from the foul mouthed outlaw. finally β he has to remind himself that this is business , not before strangling every remaining breath from his ill-fitting replacement.
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red hood sprints. barreling like a tank downhill. he leverages the sheer force of his physique , breaking into a slide and driving both heels into spider-manβs shin just as the other recovers wildly emptying the remaining bullets in his firearm at spider-manβs chest.
β tryin' out the merchandise. β
brute murmurs. helmed visage laden with fiendish desire. gloved palm reaches behind , harshly grabbing at the replacementβs crotch. fingers curling inwards around small bulge.
the ensuing surprise is enough for him to force his length ..
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