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I look the guy in the blue armor up and down, cocking my head to the side, [color=ec008c][b]"Okay, time for a piggyback, pal. Don't get handsy. I'll break your hand, I don't care how much armor you have on."[/b][/color]

The two of us begin swinging around the battlefield, keeping our distance while everyone takes on their assigned rolls. Johnny is blasting the Surfer with fire, the Rider fires his guns, and Ben throws a few punches when he can. Meanwhile, I try and call out danger moments when the Surfer is going to attack. I've never used my spider sense like this before. Usually it's only when I'm going to get attacked. But the Surfer is so powerful his attacks on others send faint ripples through my mind. I have to concentrate, hard, to sense it. But so far so good.

I call out to my passenger when the Surfer is about to clock one of our allies, which gives him the time to fire an energy blast. The blasts take the Surfer off his game, allowing whoever he was aiming for to get out of the way.

[color=ec008c][b]"This is like a really awkward snowspeeder from Empire!"[/b][/color] I call back to him, not knowing if he'll have any clue on what I'm talking about.

One thing is for sure though. We may not be hurting the Silver Surfer, but we're keeping him occupied. And none of us have died yet, so that's a plus.

I just hope Reed Richards has something up his sleeve. Because we're not gonna be able to do this forever.