[b]Norman Merlyn/Dark Goblin[/b]

Dark Goblin was exhilarated. Finally, some action. Sure, it had only been a day since he arrived in New York City, but watching the guests of the opening gala scream in terror as he blew a hole open in Queen Consolidated NYC with his explosive arrows filled him with a certain happiness, a feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on. Something bordering on sadism and sociopathy. Oh well. 

He glided into the building, observing the fear in the party guests. He didn't really have a goal. Mainly to kill some people, blow up a bit more of the building, spread terror through New York, that sort of thing. He unloaded some more explosive arrows into the crowd, killing some and injuring others. And then [i]he[/i] arrived.

[b]Peter Queen/Spiderbolt[/b]

Spiderbolt swung into the building, sweeping as many guests as he could out of harm's way. But it wasn't enough. Some were killed, others were severely injured. Guilt immediately engulfed him, quickly changing into anger. He then channeled that anger at Dark Goblin, upon whom he unleashed a fury of attacks, knocking him off his glider and onto the tiled, [i]expensive[/i], floor below. He landed on top of the Goblin, enraged.
"You murdering psychopath! You killed these people! Innocent people!" he screamed, punching the Goblin.
"And I plan on killing [i]so[/i] much more," retorted the Goblin, knocking Spiderbolt off him and getting back on his feet.