After Caiden finished off the first group of sympathizers, he quickly zipped towards another group of eight, who were giving what looked to be a wealthy elderly couple a hard time.
"Now, haven't you been told to respect your elders?" he wisecracked, this time landing in front of the thugs, but not engaging in a fistfight. The shock he initiated in the sympathizers gave the elderly couple enough time to get away, and he watched them scamper off. He wanted the nerds to initiate the fight this time. He wasn't disappointed, and it was soon before he found himself ducking underneath a sympathizer's fist and sweeping the guy off his feet. Webbing him to the ground, Spiderman began to toy with his opponents, jumping and dodging and shooting his webs, all while not landing a single significant hit. He didn't know why, but he wanted to get the thugs as fired up as possible- maybe so they could prove a challenge? Maybe it was just the competitive athlete inside Caiden taking over. Either way, his plan was working. As he leaped over the sympathizers, he could here increasing amounts of bellows of rage. But they weren't angry enough. Not just yet.
All the while two yellow eyes watched as Spiderman took on the thugs. Zac had managed to sneak off into the shadows during Dr. Doom's monologue, and hid his transformation from normal guy to Legion. Now he was biding his time to jump into the fight. However it appeared the web-headed freak was just toying with the enemy, leaping around them and throwing quick blows to agitate them but nothing to take them down. Eventually this drove Legion mad enough to come out of hiding and land down on one of the enemies looking at Spiderman annoyed.
"Has no one taught you not to play with your prey?" he said in a hissing voice.
"You! What are you doing he-" Spiderman was interrupted mid sentence by a sympathizer, whom he greeted with a fist a to his nose. "Oh, never mind!"
"Someone has to be the responsible one," Legion answered anyways leaping off the man he had landed on and shooting his own synthetic webbing substance that the symbiote created. "So that only leaves me to take that job. Besides I wasn't invited, so I decided to drop in, at a good time too."
He formed his right arm into a large hammer and bashed another one of the Doom followers, close-lining them and having them flop on the floor.
"Quite the party indeed," he laughed.
"Woah, now, please, no killing. I don't think Frankie over there," Caiden motioned to Franklin, who he saw was now being protected by someone who looked a lot like a certain god of mischief, "Would want blood and brain all over his beautiful, expensive floor. Actually, can you just not kill? I think it might improve your image [i]a lot[/i] if you cut back on the whole 'you're a criminal so you die' business."
"I don't kill, I merely beat them until they are an inch from death," Legion said, "Where's the fine in fighting crime if you don't show them what they deserve to get. Pain and a long time in prison. So I can't make promises on the blood but no brains I can do."
Another goon tried to sneak behind Legion but Legion spun around quickly and jumped on him slashing at him with claws, missing the man's chest by a few centimeters purposefully and laughed at the scared face before webbing him to the ground.
"You see their faces of terror are quite a laugh," he said jumping back.
"And that makes it [i]soo[/i] much better than killing, doesn't it?" remarked Caiden sarcastically jumping backwards to dodge an attack before spinning hook kicking the attacker in the face. "Hey, look at me, I don't kill, I just beat the criminals inch by bloody inch until they can barely walk and breathe, and [i]then[/i] I just leave them there, knowing full well that they might die. Oh, yeah, so much better than killing. I can see that you have extremely high morals, Legion. Sheesh."
"Oh they always live, and they never forget what happens when they go against the law," Legion said, "Better then you at least, or the old Spiderman who barely kept his main villains off the street for more then a few years at a time." He dodged an attack a swooped low with a kick tripping them and throwing webbing on them to keep them on the ground.
"My morals are my own concern, I have my own reasons for what I do, when you want to talk to a caring person please leave a message to the person underneath this skin, maybe he will care," Legion said, "When I'm in control, it's my way or the highway. So butt out web-head with your high and might morals."
"And so begins a [i]wonderful[/i] friendship," mused Spiderman, knocking out the last of the sympathisers.
-Agretlam/GG-