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[b]New York General Hospital[/b]

Marko's sandy appendage slams into my chest, dislodging me from his grasp and sending me skipping across the sand covering the hospital's atrium. So far, I've been able to do nothing against the sand man. He's strong, and can literally use every grain around him to take me on. Worst of all, Marko's, well, limited skill set means all this power is going to go in one direction, and that's destruction. I gotta think of some way to slow him down if not stop him outright. 

"Marko," I cough, getting back to my feet, "you need to stop."

Another fist of sand strikes me across the face. I go down hard, the pain rippling through my body. My spider sense means nothing in a situation like this. There's absolutely no escape. The entire area is Marko's weapon, and unless I decrease the amount of sand or get out of here. But the dirt is covering every wall, making it impossible to find where the windows and doors are. Which means I have to somehow figure out how to cut his supply off.

"Do I, webhead?" Marko growls. "You ruined my life. You put me away. Now I can finally get back at you."

I sigh as more strikes come my way. I backflip out of the way, but a giant fly swatter materializes behind me, swatting me out of the air. I land in the sand, creating an outline in it similar to what I'd imagine a real life cartoon would look like.

"Ohhhhh..." I groan. "Fly swatter. Clever. I'm supposed to be the clever one, Flint."

"Not so smart now, are ya, Spidey?" Marko chuckles. "You can't stand up to someone with real power, can ya?"

As I lay there, looking up at the ceiling, a quick reflection grabs my attention. A sprinkler fixture seems to wink at me as the shifting sands flow over it. I smile to myself under the mask, "Water. Of course."

"What was that, Spider-man!?" Marko growled.

"Just thinking you look a little thirsty, Marko!" I fling a web at the sprinkler, breaking it open and setting the rest of the system off. Marko roars as the water strikes him, and the sand in the room begins to congeal, stopping Marko's control over it. "Ha! Marko, you're melting! What a world, huh?"

Then, a muddy hammer rams me in the chest, sending me through a wall. I flip, controlling my fall, and land deftly on my feet and one hand, ready for what comes next.

"Note to self," I shake my head, "don't celebrate too early."

Behind me, flash bulbs go off as the people see me. I grumble to myself, "Hey...that's my job."

I figure Marko is busy stewing in his own muck, so I turn to the ground and give them a wave, figuring the people would go home happy. Which of course is when Flint decides to burst through the hospital's front wall.

"Seriously, I need to stop celebrating," I mumble before turning back to the citizens. "Everyone OUT! Seriously! Sandman monster comin through!"

I swing back around Marko. The water has made him sluggish, and he's clearly lost a lot of his mass. He's still powerful though, and I need to keep him away from the fleeing onlookers. 

*THWIP*

I fire off a stream of webbing, which begins to cover Marko's face. I have no idea if the guy still sees from where his eyes look like they'd be, but it's worth a try. He swats at me, but now that I'm out in the open, I easily get around it, shooting another webline and seamlessly continuing my swing, landing near the emergency crews that have lined the parking lot. Some of the police have opened fire on Marko, but I yell to them, "Stop! It's not gonna do anything! Use the fire hoses!"

Not waiting for them to act, I swing back towards Marko, kicking straight through his "arm" causing the heavy much to crash to the ground. Marko attempts to gather the substance back, but it continuously falls back to the asphalt. Good. He punches at me with another fist, and I avoid it in midair. Wrapping the webline around his arm and swinging quickly around, the line severs the arm.

By this time, the firemen have gotten the hoses up and running, and the high pressure flows of water drench Marko, who quickly begins to melt away before my eyes. He goes from towering titan to a puddle of muck in a matter of moments. The slimy goop he becomes seems to be still moving as it slides down the drain into the sewers below, which means I probably haven't seen the last of the Sandman. That's a sobering thought, but at least I've found a way to deal with him, and everyone in the hospital got out safe.

Now it's time for bed. I have a biology test tomorrow.