( well, it's hard to tell what is happening in the struggle to begin with. he's downright determined not to injure the infected, no matter how downright determined they seemed to be to injure him. there's a quiet thwip here or there — covering open, gnashing mouths so they can't actually take a nice bite out of him. he's not going to take the risk of a bite if he can help it, yet all the ways he's restricting himself are adding up.
if he refuses to let the infected get hurt, then he's going to have to lighten his expectations on them not gnawing on them. doesn't seem like he can do both.
by the time the last one is dragged away, his head is reeling a little too fast. his senses don't quite like the idea of something being thrown by an unseen force — like a baby staring at something that contradicted their reality, his head apparently chugged at the prospect of magic in front of him, even his spider senses didn't seem to like it. the world didn't work that way, or it wasn't supposed to, and it was impossibly difficult for him to wrap his head around, no matter the circumstances.
in this instance, though, he's at least not stuck chewing on the prospect for long. he breathes a heavy sound of relief, flopping back on the dirty floor to actually relish in the fact that somehow, he made it out of that without losing a hunk of his arm, and without losing any of the infected, either. even if it was utterly bizarre to be the one saved for once, he has no complaints.
he accepts the hand after a moment, whether he needs the help to get up or not. ) Thanks. I wasn't sure if there was webslinging my way out of that one. ( if only he could have, he'd like to see these infected climb on the ceiling— wait no. no he would not like to see that. let's keep all the infected grounded, you hear universe??? his gratitude doesn't last long, as his attention flicks to the ... bizarrely caged infected, some of which were on the ground, apparently bemused as to how they got there. ) They're okay, aren't they?
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if he refuses to let the infected get hurt, then he's going to have to lighten his expectations on them not gnawing on them. doesn't seem like he can do both.
by the time the last one is dragged away, his head is reeling a little too fast. his senses don't quite like the idea of something being thrown by an unseen force — like a baby staring at something that contradicted their reality, his head apparently chugged at the prospect of magic in front of him, even his spider senses didn't seem to like it. the world didn't work that way, or it wasn't supposed to, and it was impossibly difficult for him to wrap his head around, no matter the circumstances.
in this instance, though, he's at least not stuck chewing on the prospect for long. he breathes a heavy sound of relief, flopping back on the dirty floor to actually relish in the fact that somehow, he made it out of that without losing a hunk of his arm, and without losing any of the infected, either. even if it was utterly bizarre to be the one saved for once, he has no complaints.
he accepts the hand after a moment, whether he needs the help to get up or not. ) Thanks. I wasn't sure if there was webslinging my way out of that one. ( if only he could have, he'd like to see these infected climb on the ceiling— wait no. no he would not like to see that. let's keep all the infected grounded, you hear universe??? his gratitude doesn't last long, as his attention flicks to the ... bizarrely caged infected, some of which were on the ground, apparently bemused as to how they got there. ) They're okay, aren't they?