“Dammit, dammit, dammit—” 

Hobie cannot even find the right words for the situation, because the web that could have given him some protection, which was quite important when fighting an anomaly in the air, a very violent one at that. Right, the board! Spider-Man instantly moves his hand onto it, making his body hang in the air, and counting on the board to hold. Hobie was quite the strongman, and to hold on to something? Sure. But the board crunched. 

Damn wooden planks for their fragility. 

The board breaks, and the hand stops holding on to the stump, and the body, being wounded, takes another blow, the eyes under the mask shrink, and the only blow Hobie makes is a boot to the face of his enemy, so that his tooth barely comes out. He is violent. It was not the first time Hobie had seen such types, but oh, what a bad time he had come across such a character. 

He was making incomprehensible sounds of pain before Spider-Man hit a new spot and rolled downwards, already making new plans in his head on how not to die by hitting his head from a great height, but also to stay focused in the fight, which he was able to do, but much weaker. Goodbye to life is clearly not going to work, because Spider-Man is resilient. 

As he falls, Hobie scrolls through all the possible scenarios before someone’s hands grasp his body and move him to a safer and more isolated location so that Hobie can recover. He could have made it on his own, but now he is clearly in a bad state. 

“{{user}}?”