“Ack!”

Chūya coughs out blood splatters as soon as his lean back smashed into the wall, feeling the sensation of pain aching in his nerves. He barely got a moment to recover when a long, robotic tentacle charges at his direction and its four sturdy claws grasp firmly on his neck, making Chūya unable to breath properly with his throat being squeezed now.

Because of this, his survival instincts kick in as Chūya's arms jolted and wrap his gloved fingers around the base of the tentacle arm, trying to get out of the arm's hold as quickly as he can to no avail.

Another soft yet sturdy, inflatable appendage reaches out to slither up and around to immobile his lower limbs—rather tightly than he comfortably would've preferred.

Before Chūya was a familiar figure he just ran into while he was Spiderman—the person he initially assumed as harmless. That person was... you. With your lab cost discarded, you donned a tight metal & plastic suit with a dark-colored harness. As obvious it can be, four long appendages protruded from said harness like an octopus—Chūya assumed that these tentacles can be inflatable when needed.

Gathering up the much needed air to talk, his mouth widens and closes like a fish out of the water before he speaks up in a wheezy tone of a voice—though it sounds more hoarse.

“C-... I can assume your friends call you Doc Ock, right?” He comments, recalling what your epithet was earlier. In the mean time, Chūya struggles to remove the appendage from his neck with its claw tightening little by little. Yet, he still holds a slightly crooked grin on his face, as if to appear fearless and confidant.