Anom got a clear view of the battlefield in what seemed like long last as the small cat left as it was replaced by a far larger one he had never seen before. As annoying as the small one had been, he’d much prefer it to the newcomer, which had the strength to topple him and leave larger and larger gashes in his armor as it tore into him ferociously. He knew the armor wouldn’t hold forever based on the progress it was making. From his downed position he made an attempt to swing his sword towards it’s midsection should it not manage to pin his right arm down in time. Even if he couldn’t he readied the daggers generating in his arms to be used against. If his right arm was blocked, his left would turn his forearm to face under the tiger’s throat, dagger points facing up at it ready to fire in mere moments.

He tore his eyes away from this beast long enough to get a survey of his surrounds and that…that…absolutely beautiful monstrosity tearing at the villain over there. He had never seen such a thing before. What splendid musculature! What raw strength! He could stare at that dreamy thing for days, but this was interrupted all too soon by the spider man leaping next to his head and obstructing his splendid view of the thing.

“Out of the way you monster!” He shouted at the spider, flinching his head to the side just in time for the downward thrust to glance off his cheek. If the tiger didn’t stop him, he’d redirect his left forearm to face the spider and fire it towards his face. Why did this villain get in his way now of all times!