"You'd probably have better luck if you asked nicely," a voice said, coming out of the darkness. The sentence was punctuated by a flash of sickly green-yellow light shooting out of the darkness and...grazing by one of the thug's heads.
Okay. Coulda aimed that better.
"Or...not. I mean, clearly, the purse doesn't go with any of your outfits. Really, she'd be doing you a favour by not handing the stuff over."
That was punctuated by a figure leaping out of the shadows and landing in front of Sarah. Dressed in black with some red highlights, Sarah would (hopefully) recognize the figure to be the new Spider-Man that had been around for the past few months.
Or not.
Who knew, really?
"Wanna rumble?" He asked the thugs, an obvious humour and warmth in his voice.
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Okay. Coulda aimed that better.
"Or...not. I mean, clearly, the purse doesn't go with any of your outfits. Really, she'd be doing you a favour by not handing the stuff over."
That was punctuated by a figure leaping out of the shadows and landing in front of Sarah. Dressed in black with some red highlights, Sarah would (hopefully) recognize the figure to be the new Spider-Man that had been around for the past few months.
Or not.
Who knew, really?
"Wanna rumble?" He asked the thugs, an obvious humour and warmth in his voice.