[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/krev7SC.png[/img][/center][center][b]Aubrey Adkins[/b][/center]
“Falcon KICK!”  Captain Falcon yelled at before lunging into a kick.  Somehow, this man was able to float above the ground as he moved over a couple yards or so.  There was also a fire that encompassed the man’s leg as it soared towards me.  Thank God, this guy telegraphs his attacks by shouting out cute names.  Therefore, I tumbled out of the way, curling up kind of like a pill bug as I avoided the man’s kick.
 
And I doubt I needed to be a cheerleader in high school to perform that maneuver.  However, my arachnid anatomy makes almost any other gymnastic move extremely difficult to pull off, although not quite impossible. Normal humans don’t have to worry about balancing a giant spider’s abdomen while executing those acrobatic moves.  I have not done any gymnastics since high school (and that was only cheerleading).  So, I might have to practice a little in the future to figure out how to do back handsprings and such in my driderlike body.


But I was not in the clear just yet.  I sensed the blue-garbed video game character leap up into the air in my direction.  I had to bend my upper body towards the ground, positioning it parallel to the rest of my spiderlike body, so that my foe would safely hurdle over me.  When he landed, I noticed that there was a slight delay between his landing and when he began to move again.  It was some sort of lag or delay.  I was not sure why it was happening, but hopefully I could take advantage of this ‘weakness’.


Captain Falcon immediately spun around and began his attack again.  He threw jabs my way.  Although I have enhanced reflexes and speed, these powers can only do so much in a fight.  Even if you can anticipate an attack coming, that does not mean that you will know how to respond.  Before I was transformed into a drider-like being, I don’t think I ever was in a fight.  I obviously don’t have the training or the experience to know what to do in every situation.


Which each move that Captain Falcon performed, I was forced to retreat backwards, giving up ground as I went.  When I bumped into the car that only a few moments ago I had crashed.  This moment of hesitation almost allowed the futuristic racer to land a blow on me.  He raised his leg up above his head and slammed it  back down.  Fortunately, I was able to recover from being backed into a corner and catch his foot as it rushed down at my head.  I then shoved him back.  While he was recovering from being flipped backwards, I hopped onto the roof of the car so that I was no longer cornered.  I mean, I have the high ground now.  Doesn’t that count for something.


When Captain Falcon tumbled backwards, instead falling flat on his back, he performed several back handsprings until he concluded with a backflip and landed on his feet a couple yards away.  As I guessed he would do, the man dashed forward again.  Since I was elevated above him, he decided to leap up into the air again, intending to attack me while in midair.  However, before he could even reach me, a medium-sized fireball slammed into the man’s flank and knocked him to the ground.  I immediately took advantage of the situation by snatching his foot with a webline and dragging him over towards me.


[color=b22222]“Why couldn’t you have done that sooner?”[/color]  I asked Kyra while I wrapped Captain Falcon in a cocoon of silk.


“I was just waiting for the right moment to intervene.”  She said after she had blown off the smoke from her index and middle fingers.  She had her hand positioned as it were a pistol, which made it look comical when some smoke was rising up from her fingers, since had to create that fire projectile in her hand.


[color=b22222]“You can’t tell because of my mask, but I’m glaring right now.”[/color]


“PIKA!”  I heard a high-pitched voice cry out in front of me.  When I peered down, I saw a giant, yellow rodent that had two red circular patches on its cheeks and a tail shaped like a thunderbolt.  It momentarily waved before dashing off down the street.


[color=b22222]“Please don’t tell me that we’re going have to deal with all of [i]them[/i], too!  How many of them are there now, anyways.”[/color]


I turned my attention back to Kyra, who had not answered my question, although she might have thought it was just a rhetorical question.  I discovered that sitting next to her, there was a nine-tailed fox.


[color=b22222]“Oh wow, I can’t believe I just noticed this.”[/color]


“Well, it did just walk up to me after Pikachu ran off.”  Kyra responded to me as she tried stepping away from the Pokemon that was sitting beside her.  However, with each step she took, the Ninetales followed.


[color=b22222]“No, I mean that you transform into a Pokemon!”  How cute.”[/color]


“I do [b]not[/b] transformed into a Pokemon!”  Kyra protested.


[color=b22222]“Then transform and prove me wrong.”[/color]


Kyra looked down at the Ninetales and then back at me.  “I hate you.”  She casually threw out at me, showing that I was right.  But then a smirk came to her face.  “I would rather look like a Pokemon than what you look like.  And it would be [b]really[/b] mean to say that.”


“Ladies.”  We both heard someone speak in our minds as we saw the Son of Osiris descend slowly to the ground.  “I think this city would appreciate less name-calling and more figuring out how to stop this mess.”