Spider-Man was getting tired of this guy. His breath was showing through his mask, Catwoman was beside him, and this man showed no sign of stopping. "He had a big bowl of crazy flakes..." He glanced at Lexi, then Kraven. "Sorry, not my best work... I'm a bit tired." Spider-Man shrugged, but then dodged another knife. "But not that tired Mister Hunter-Man!" Spidey wagged his finger at him, mimicking his thick Russian accent. There had to be a way to stop this guy. If he could spin him up in enough webbing, that would hold him until the police came with some tranquilizers. But he had some very nice and shiny weapons that could very easily make them chopped heroes.

"We need to take out his weapons... snap them, throw them off the cliff, anything. Then we just need to cause a distraction." Peter spoke quietly to Lexi, hoping this guy didn't have super hearing as well as his other features. Spider-Man then leapt to action, firing webs at Kraven's face to stun him for a second. Kraven held and aimed his gun, and Spidey ran up to punch the man's wrist, his shot going far to the left. He grunted and swung his hand back at Spidey, ducking, then grabbing his arm and twisting. Kraven flipped, but managed to sweep the legs of Spider-Man, and managing to keep Catwoman at bay.

Spider-Man rolled away in the snow, getting up on his knee, and firing a string at the gun, and yankig on it as hard as he could, the gun flying out of his hand. Kraven snarled and turned toward Spider-Man. "Oh i'm sorry, were you using that?" Spidey asked innocently. Hopefully Catwoman could use her reflexes to get his little Machete. Once that toy was gone, he could finally... Wrap this thing up! Man, he was glad he didn't say that out loud, or he was sure he would have been smacked on the head for that one.