European Theater: Spider, Inquisitor, and Vampire Hunter (III)

Rumble—

Whirlwind Missiles screamed in and detonated across the already ruined city streets, blasting up chunks of rubble and debris.

Yet neither Peter, who was nimbly dodging the countless Explosion Shockwaves and flying shrapnel in midair using Tough Silk and Peter's Spark,

nor Inquisitor Frank, who held a heavy Boarding Shield before him with a Storm Bolter braced along one side, suffered any injury from the explosions!

Splat, splat, splat—

The next moment, Peter, whose Tough Silk had latched onto the tops of towering buildings, swiftly flew toward the direction the Whirlwind Missiles had come from.

He even ran forward across the flat sides of buildings as though walking on level ground, his feet clad in Military Boots.

At the same time, Inquisitor Frank, forcing his Mortal Power Armor into motion, shot forward like a missile that had just been launched.

He crashed straight into the depths of an empty building, then continued charging rapidly toward its uppermost floor.

Thud, thud, thud!

Several dozen seconds later, inside a dim room permeated by the smell of scorched flames,

the incomparably nimble Peter was the first to smash in through a shattered window.

Amid the scattering fragments of the window frame, he immediately spotted several human Heretics turning their gun barrels toward him.

The Web Shooters on both his wrists fired forward without a second thought.

"Hey, good evening, everyone! Haven't gone to bed yet?"

Peter instinctively started babbling as he stomped hard against the dusty, cluttered floor.

Using the Tough Silk already wrapped around one Heretic, he hurled himself forward. His feet sliced through the air and came down heavily on the man's chest!

Then, as the sound of snapping bones and agonized howls echoed through the room,

one sturdy leg, capable of exerting nearly ten tons of force, swept viciously