Oof—. [ is all peter manages as jason barrels into him; there's the thought that he'd have been able to move out of the way himself, but jason didn't know about his spider-sense. he rolls away from jason , shooting a webline up and pulling himself out of the way, before kicking at a second spirit grabbing at his leg.
(ugh, god—. this is why he hates magic and this really hadn't been what he'd wanted when he'd said he'd wanted something to distract him.)
another kick is punctuated by twists, then webbing to the spirit's eyes, although now that he takes a second to think about it, peter's not sure if they see in the conventional sense—. ]
—Peachy. [ he answers. ] I'd missed fighting— [ breath— ] for my life in between existential crises. [ gyah— THIS SPIRIT—
okay. webbed to a tree. ] This is just like being at home.
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(ugh, god—. this is why he hates magic and this really hadn't been what he'd wanted when he'd said he'd wanted something to distract him.)
another kick is punctuated by twists, then webbing to the spirit's eyes, although now that he takes a second to think about it, peter's not sure if they see in the conventional sense—. ]
—Peachy. [ he answers. ] I'd missed fighting— [ breath— ] for my life in between existential crises. [ gyah— THIS SPIRIT—
okay. webbed to a tree. ] This is just like being at home.