Mimic
knight125 said
Ben
Ben rushes forward against the wind, leaps and pokes Mimic in the eyes before leaping away and sticking to a nearby wall.
“Another one of you spider folk,” he grunted as he massaged his eyes, a painful, effective, though pathetic, move.
The room was tall, and having assumed Ben’s powers, Mimic jumped, placing his feet on the ceiling. He now stood upside-down. He realized that Ben hadn’t developed his ability of organic web-spitting.
”This ought to be simple.” he thought.
He lunged himself towards Ben, his wings enveloped his body, his strong feet propelling himself at high speeds. “C’mere!” he yelled.