Silas Crane!
Crash!
A man was sent flying with a kick from Sol.
The others, realizing their comrade was down, hesitated for only a moment.
"Get him!" one shouted, panic evident in his voice.
Sol felt a headache. They were like ants as swarms were coming after him!
His spider senses were being overloaded as bullets were raining at him.
Using his signature abilities of his jumping spider powers, he moved unpredictably, bouncing off the walls to evade all the bullets.
"Fuck! He's too quick and agile! How's he moving like that, it's inhuman?!" A few exclaimed out.
The noise of all the bullets gave him a sharp pain to Sol's mind due to his symbiote suit, but fortunately, Calamity was more resistant to sound so he just gritted his teeth.
Knowing he won't be able to keep this for long, he jumped to the very centre of the swarm.
If they were to shoot him now, they would be risking the lives of their comrades!
As the thugs had been trained, they halted their firing, only daring to shoot when they were confident while the majority rushed at him, switching out their rifles to combat knives!
Sol reacted, sending out punches and kicks, knocking out a few of them cold with ease.
A henchman tried sneaking up behind him, but he had already been noticed by Sol's spidey senses before he suddenly felt that he lost his footing as he was lifted off the ground.
He felt a bad premonition...
Before the thug could react, Sol used him as a weapon, swinging him around like a ragdoll, knocking out at least 30 men in the process.
In only a few seconds, half of the men were already sprawled on the ground, groaning.
Sol could see Silas lurking behind the chaos, his confidence wavering as he watched his men fall one by one. Sol moved like a blur, weaving through the remaining guards. He punched one in the gut, flipping another over his shoulder, while another found himself ensnared in webs, unable to fight back.
Silas, seeing his men so easily overwhelmed, felt the tide turning against him. His prior confidence and arrogance was completely erased in front of this devil!
He shouted orders that fell on deaf ears as his remaining comrades were taken down with brutal efficiency. The fear in their eyes was palpable as they scrambled to understand how this vigilante was dismantling them with such ease.
"Y-You dare challenge me? I'm under Tombstone, he'll definitely kill you and your family!" Silas shouted, trying to regain his composure.
Sol's expression was cold. To threaten his family was simply dumb on his enemy's part, he'd simply be more ruthless. "You have no idea what you're up against..." He lunged forward, landing a devastating punch that sent Silas crashing to the ground.
"Ahh! I-It hurts..." Silas muttered in difficulty. He felt winded as he curled like a shrimp, gasping for breath. The power from the vigilante's attack was like getting hit by a truck directly!
Winded but desperate, Silas crawled backward to escape this treacherous demon.
Tap. Tap
He heard the vigilante's footsteps and felts chills.
However, he suddenly spotted something just a small distance away, as a wicked grin appeared on his face.
He crawled until he reached a small, sleek vial on the floor from a broken crate. His hands trembled as he held it up, the label reading: SPF.7 Serum.
Seeing the man hold the serum, Sol's expression became stern as he lunged forward, but it was too late.
"Hahaha! You'll regret this," he hissed, quickly injecting himself with the serum.
The transformation was immediate. Muscles rippled beneath his skin as he rose, his eyes gleaming with newfound strength. With a swing of his powerful arm, it connected against Sol's chest, launching him a few feet away. "Haha! You think you're tough? Let's see how you handle this!" The man grinned manically.
He felt the Serum coursing through him, bestowing him power that he never could of dreamed of.
But his grin stiffened as he saw the scene. A punch that would leave even the best of boxers knocked out cold, seemed to not have worked as he expected.
The vigilante quickly recovered from his powerful blow.
Silas' face darkened. He immediately felt a burning anger erupt within him, wanting to ruthlessly crush this spider to meat paste.
Silas charged at Sol with a fierce roar, swinging his fists with unnatural power. Sol was taken aback momentarily, feeling the impact of a punch that would have normally knocked a regular man out cold.
He took a few steps back from the impact, feeling his bones tremble slightly from the force. However, this time he was ready as he had caught the punch before he sent an attack out, his fist landing on his chin with precision.
The man groaned slightly but immediately recovered as his other arm slammed down.
Sol moved quickly, his body extremely nimble as he twisted his body, narrowly evading the attack. However, Silas was relentless as he sent another punch as Sol was in an awkward position. But Sol's control over his body was at a different level now, it was inhuman. He recovered his footing instantly and dodged another wild swing.
He then countered with a series of well-timed strikes, but Silas seemed to absorb the hits better than before.
"Is this all you've got?" Silas sneered, sweat slightly trickling down his face. Such power came with a price, so he had to end the fight fast.
He charged again, fueled by desperation, rage and the serum coursing through his veins.
"All I got?" Sol muttered with a hint of amusement as he dodged a swing to his head. Using a bit more strength, Sol's fist shot out, connecting with the man's right temple, sending him flying across the room and crashing onto the wall of the warehouse.
Crash!
Silas felt his world becoming blurry. He slowly lifted himself up. His expression was one of pure anger as he had bloodshot eyes. He seemed to be completely consumed by rage.
"This... does the drug also numb pain?" Sol muttered.
As Spider-Man, he obviously had to hold back his power tremendously lest he wants to punch a hole through his enemies like in his memories when he was corrupted by his symbiote.
As Silas seemed to have enhanced strength, he used some more power, however, Silas tanked his attack without as much as a wince. Moreover, previously, Silas obviously wasn't a fighter from his thin stature so Sol easily deduced some other effects of the serum.
Power in exchange for rationality is probably the main drawback. You feel less pain but you are completely consumed by angry impulses and rage. He guessed the refined serum would have stronger enhancements, and some of the drawbacks of that serum that causes too much harm to the body would be reduced, just not the addiction part as that's whats going to make it sell...
Silas then suddenly grabbed a crate and chucked it at him.
As it crashed near Sol, an explosion erupted out, sending him flying. He quickly caught himself as he felt a bead of sweat roll down his face.
"You can't be serious... the serum is also highly explosive it seems. I need to be more careful... this entire warehouse is filled to the brim with this stuff..." Sol mumbled.
Moreover, with this explosion, were fumes that didn't go unnoticed by Sol. With all the unconscious people here, it definitely won't turn out well.
'If those fumes are also reactive...' Sol's expression became serious. 'At the slightest touch of fire, this warehouse will likely go boom...'
He needs to end this fast...
"You… think this is over?" Silas growled, staggering to his feet, his breathing labored. His hands clenched into fists, knuckles white from the pressure. "I'll… kill you, spider… or die trying!"
But Sol's patience had run thin. He wasn't interested in dragging this out any longer — especially with the volatile fumes filling the warehouse, a ticking time bomb just waiting for the smallest spark.
Sol spoke, his voice cold and steady. "It's time to end this..."
Silas let out a roar and charged, throwing his fist with every ounce of strength the serum had given him. But Sol was ready. With a sudden blur of motion, he dodged the punch and countered with a devastating uppercut. His fist slammed into Silas' jaw, lifting the man off his feet and sending him crashing back to the ground with a bone-jarring thud.
This time, Silas didn't get up. No he couldn't get up. Pain began flooding him as the serums effects started to run dry.
He groaned, rolling onto his side, the rage in his eyes slowly fading into something more primal — fear.
The serum may have given him strength, but his body wasn't built to handle this kind of punishment. He tried to stand, but his legs gave out, leaving him slumped against the wreckage.
[Ding! Host has completed an achievement.]
"Hm?" Sol was startled from the sudden notification from his system, however, he didn't have the luxury to pay attention to it at this moment.
Sol took a deep breath, scanning the room. The unconscious henchmen, dozens of them, were sprawled across the floor, and the fumes were thickening. He had to move fast.
Suddenly, a small flicker of fire caught his eye near one of the crates Silas had hurled earlier. Sparks from the broken machinery had ignited the fumes, and a small flame was starting to grow.
"Damn it…" Sol muttered. He had seconds to act before this entire place explodes.