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Some rooftop, New York
A couple of gang members screamed as the living bio weapon known as Alex Mercer ruthlessly gunned them down. Slinging his LMG on his shoulder, he spat dismissively on the corpses.
"Nice to see the welcome party boys. Hope you don't mind, but this is my turf now." Turning to face the frightened gang leader, Mercer sprays his body full of lead, the man's body slumping to the ground in a pool of blood.
Just as Mercer was about to leave, something grabbed onto his LMG and pulled it out of his hands. Looking at the source, a familiar wall-crawling hero waved back, the gun in his hand.
"Here's your problem man! The safety wasn't on!" Bending the barrel upwards, Spiderman tosses it onto the rooftop before hopping down himself. "Didn't your mom ever teach you not to play with the big boys?"
Mercer scoffed and uncrossed his arms, his limbs shifting into wickedly sharp claws. "Your mom ever teach you not to meddle in other people's business punk?"
Spiderman waved his arms in mock fright. "Ooh, scary! Looks like we have another symbiote walking around! You're like what, the fourth or fifth by now? Seriously, I lost count!"
Ducking other a swing, Spiderman backflips towards the edge of the roof. "Trying to act tough? Looking for a place to live? Don't worry, I'll make sure you have a nice 4X4 room with your name on it!"
Alex Mercer cracked his neck. "Just try it freak."
Spiderman laughed. "Oh ho ho! Resorting to name calling are we? C'mon now, try and be a little more mature!"
Mercer growled in annoyance. This little shit would be begging for mercy once he was through with him.
•Battle takes place in Manhatta
•Spider-Man has 3 hours of prep-time
•The Other vs Prototype 1 (End-Game)
•Speed Equalized
Spider-Man: 0
Alex Mercer: 0
Inconclusive: 0
A couple of gang members screamed as the living bio weapon known as Alex Mercer ruthlessly gunned them down. Slinging his LMG on his shoulder, he spat dismissively on the corpses.
"Nice to see the welcome party boys. Hope you don't mind, but this is my turf now." Turning to face the frightened gang leader, Mercer sprays his body full of lead, the man's body slumping to the ground in a pool of blood.
Just as Mercer was about to leave, something grabbed onto his LMG and pulled it out of his hands. Looking at the source, a familiar wall-crawling hero waved back, the gun in his hand.
"Here's your problem man! The safety wasn't on!" Bending the barrel upwards, Spiderman tosses it onto the rooftop before hopping down himself. "Didn't your mom ever teach you not to play with the big boys?"
Mercer scoffed and uncrossed his arms, his limbs shifting into wickedly sharp claws. "Your mom ever teach you not to meddle in other people's business punk?"
Spiderman waved his arms in mock fright. "Ooh, scary! Looks like we have another symbiote walking around! You're like what, the fourth or fifth by now? Seriously, I lost count!"
Ducking other a swing, Spiderman backflips towards the edge of the roof. "Trying to act tough? Looking for a place to live? Don't worry, I'll make sure you have a nice 4X4 room with your name on it!"
Alex Mercer cracked his neck. "Just try it freak."
Spiderman laughed. "Oh ho ho! Resorting to name calling are we? C'mon now, try and be a little more mature!"
Mercer growled in annoyance. This little shit would be begging for mercy once he was through with him.
•Battle takes place in Manhatta
•Spider-Man has 3 hours of prep-time
•The Other vs Prototype 1 (End-Game)
•Speed Equalized
Spider-Man: 0
Alex Mercer: 0
Inconclusive: 0