The two spiders swung out of the first ship's gun bay, their bodies sweeping across the gap between the ships. Chen Mo looked down, his feet drawing closer to the still-turning gun barrel, and could not resist wanting to give it a kick.
At this height and speed, kicking it ought to make a very satisfying sound.
Superman flew up from below, gripped the barrel, and pulled. The entire turret came free of the hull, seat and all. Chen Mo pulled his foot back and followed the turret downward with his eyes, watching Superman return the gunner to the platform, tear apart the supports, and stuff the folded barrel into the empty space.
"I was all ready to kick it!"
Still holding his web, Chen Mo swung above the entrance, his laughter scattered a little by the wind.
Superman lifted a section of deck that had buckled outward and pressed it back onto the platform, then raised his face toward the spider hanging there, refusing to come down.
"There are more over there. Plenty for you to kick."
"You really know how to comfort someone."
Chen Mo gave Superman a thumbs-up, released the white strand, and dropped beside a crack in the platform.
Peter had already webbed up two armed soldiers inside. His red-clad body flipped overhead, and he reached out to grab another soldier's shoulder armor, forcing the gun aimed at Chen Mo upward.
Chen Mo drove his fist in alongside the stock, striking the faceplate squarely. The soldier's head snapped back, his helmet hitting the doorframe.
Chen Mo kicked him in the stomach, sending him through the doorway.
Bang!
That sounded pretty good.
Another bang followed right behind it. Chen Mo tilted his head aside as an armored foot shot out through the doorway and smashed the edge