[center][b][color=8882be][h2]Oliver Raulot, AKA, Argyros.. AKA, Awesome Suit-Man, apparently.[/h2][/color][/b][/center]
[b][u][center]Still in Times Square, starting to realize he had it pretty good when his idea of a big baddie was only seven feet.[/center][/u][/b]
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Maybe it was immature to have power envy.. And it was definitely a bad way to sort one's priorities to experience it [i]mid-fight[/i], but Oliver couldn't help it. Seriously.. one of the other spiders could make giant web fists!? He even had color-coded webbing too. Ugh, Oliver knew that was [i]awesome[/i], and he hated it. It was a good thing Oliver had experience compartmentalizing pity parties, because it allowed him to internally gripe without accidentally swinging right into a building.

The raining shards of glass from the Spider-Monkey's roar had been exactly what Oliver was worried about at the start of the fight, terrified of civilians getting sliced. It was an immense relief that they had cleared them out [i]before[/i] pissing off King Kong's even more mutated cousin. He moves to dive down and assist Spider-Woman and Weaver, knowing for a fact that despite their strength, trying to play tug-of-war with that thing had to [i]suck[/i], only to halt his descent and cling to the side of a building as he witnesses the arrival of the Arachnid.

That was probably for the best, Oliver didn't have nearly as many arms to assist with. Still, it was kinda.. off. Almost every Spider-Person there was had shown up here, and none of the other heroes that called New York their home. Oliver really wanted to call his suspicion paranoia, but a spider-themed foe versus all spider-themed heroes just felt weird. Either way, not much he could do about that right now, but what he [i]could [/i] do, was what Spider-Woman told him to. Granted it took a minute to realize the call to action was for him. In his defense, typically he was either called 'Sea Spider' (dead wrong) or 'The Spider-Man of the Narrows' (also not true, but at least more accurate), or very rarely, his actual alias of Argyros.

[color=8882be][b]"Awesome suit, huh? Shucks, I'm blushing up here. And here I thought the cut of this spandex made me look scrawny!"[/b][/color] 

Leaping off the side of the building, Argyros flips through the air, firing another bombardment of web shots. This time taking particular care to aim an extra few shots at the area Araltus tagged the Spider-Monkey with her baton. He figured if his role was to keep its focus split, he'd try and aim where it'd sting the most. It was kind of nerve-wracking, drawing this much focus to himself from an enemy this huge. He was really hoping his tentative trust in these other spiders wasn't going to bite him in the ass.

[color=8882be][b]"Pot shots coming up! I seem to be pretty solid at annoying the big guy and I'll try not to read into why for the sake of my recently bolstered ego."
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