"That was an accident. I paid the price for it too!"
The scattered sand and dust gathered together again. Flint had lost his job and been unable to find another, so he had planned to pull a job with a friend who had joined a gang. After successfully robbing a bank, they had happened to run into Uncle Ben, who was out driving. Flint had only wanted to steal the old man's car to escape, but he had never expected his anxious companion to shoot and kill someone. Because of someone else's mistake, he had been sent to prison.
"My daughter is sick and needs treatment. Stop getting in my way!" After being provoked again and again, Flint roared furiously. His body instantly turned to sand, swelling larger and taller until he resembled a savage giant.
A massive hand made of sand yanked up a streetlamp and swung it at Spider-Man. The black figure nimbly dodged the opponent's furious attacks. The black substance clinging to his body had greatly enhanced his physical strength. To him, Flint's attacks were clumsy and crude, easily avoided.
"Committing crimes to save your seriously ill daughter—what a noble criminal! I'm so moved I could cry. Do you need some applause, Sandman monster?" Spider-Man completely ignored his opponent's explanation and instead laughed with even harsher mockery, his cutting words dripping with contempt.
"You little insect hiding behind a mask—Spider-Man? Superhero? You don't deserve that title!"
Flint angrily fired back, his hands turning into a sandstorm that filled the sky. The grains whirled violently, producing a barrage of crackling impacts. The rapidly spinning sand struck the walls and immediately left countless tiny pits behind, displaying formidable destructive power.
"I paid the price for my mistakes, but what about you? Who gave you the right to judge others