Skull Crusher's fists came down.
Peter didn't dodge.
He pulled Gwen Stacy into his arms, turned sideways to press her against his chest, and offered his back to the shadow bristling with bone spikes.
"Peter!" Gwen's voice rang out beside his ear.
Boom!
The fists never struck them.
A massive black wall slammed in from the side with a heavy rush of wind, forcibly blocking Skull Crusher's arms.
Rock Shatter.
Allen was encased in the black substance covering Rock Shatter's chest, with only half his face exposed. Their feet sank into the concrete together, cracks exploding outward around them.
Rock Shatter's arms split open on impact.
Black liquid kept dripping from the ruptures.
"Run!" Allen shouted through gritted teeth. "We can't hold out much longer!"
"How did you get here?" Peter looked up.
"Traffic jam on the highway," Allen's voice came from Rock Shatter's chest. "We took the rooftops after that."
Rock Shatter added in a low voice, "He insisted on taking the rooftops."
"Because the truck's still down below."
"The truck matters more than you?"
"It's borrowed!"
Peter had no time to listen to them argue. He scooped up Gwen, but just as he turned, a black scythe slashed out of the mist.
Blade Hunter lunged at them.
A huge mouth opened on the outer wall of the building beside them.
"This one's ours!"
Shriek's entire face split into fangs, clamping viciously onto Blade Hunter's arm.
Crack!
Blade Hunter's scythe lodged between Shriek's teeth. Shriek wrapped both arms around Blade Hunter's shoulders and jerked backward.
"Is running away all you Klyntar can do?" Blade Hunter sneered.
The next second, a bone scythe pierced Shriek's chest.
Shriek hung impaled in midair, white eyes contracting violently.
"You're right."
Shriek grinned, black liquid spraying from the wound.
"We usually run first, then