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As Iron Man took the axe out from his arm, the symbiote axe melted away, leaving a huge glob of symbiote in his hand, which quickly began creeping into his armor, its sentience allowing it to realize that he needed to disrupt the weapons systems. Thanks to the fact that Hybrid's molecular structure reproduced almost as quickly as Carnage's, the glob soon began to grow larger, trying to break the armor from the inside.

Carnage recovered quickly enough to barely dodge the attacks, leaping out of the way and landing in the thick cloud of smoke which housed Spider-Man and his own straw-filled ally. It was a good thing that he didn't fear too much at all, what with the symbiote living in his actual bloodstream, resulting in the fact that what he had said in the beginning was more true than ever: Carnage Rules. His hands forming pick-axes, he began attempting to find Spider-Man in the fog, and instead found the webbing covering the rest of the gas, which he promptly ripped off. Gas filled the area again. Maybe the whole Fear tactic could work on the web-slinger enough to slow him down.

Spiderman slammed his feet full force into what he was pretty sure was Scarecrow's knee, but before he could evaluate that conclusion, he was overwhelmed by the suddenly omnipresent fear toxin. Images began to flash across his consciousness. He was fighting The Sinister Sixteen again, all of them, without his mask. Then he was watching Gwen fall from the Brooklyn Bridge. Hearing Aunt May tell him that she was marrying Octavious.... He was back, suddenly, but disoriented. Scarecrow? Where was he? Too much smoke...Get clear!

His thoughts were a panicked jumble. He heard voices, evil laughter, the click of Metallic tentacles, the shuffling of sand, the familiar oozing of symbiotes. Acting purely on instinct, he jumped from the smoke into a shadowed crevice in the nearby alleyway to get his bearings.

Carnage quickly began a quick dance of evasion, dodging the oncoming fire. It helped that he could see out of any portion of his symbiote costume, allowing him to know where all the fire was coming from, usually soon enough through the fog to get out of the way. Occasionally, he took a laser, which wasn't much of a problem, as he had a remarkably fast healing factor. He molded three javelins in each hand out of his symbiote, and threw them in the direction of the oncoming fire, hoping at least one of them would fly true enough to lodge itself somewhere, anywhere in the armor of War Machine.

The portion of Hybrid inside Iron Man's suit busied itelf by attacking, disconnecting, and destroying the wires, microchips, and pretty much any technology that got in the way of it reaching the human inside of it. It had managed a good amount of damage before the sonics kicked in again, making it speed its way out again, forcing itself out by attempting to expand any access possible in the suit, trying to increase the damage it dealt even in retreat. It collected itself on the roof, and proceeded to slide off towards, then off the roof edge, towards the unconcious form of the rest of Hybrid.

Reaper grinned. There was a nice amount of blood begining to be spilled now. Unfortunatly, none of the bleeders gave off any power.
His grin widened as he watched the spider retreat into a shadowy alley. Fear was practically radiating off of him, he wouldn't be thinking straight. With any luck, the scratch on his chest would still be open. All he would have to do is touch it and he'd be able to draw blood from it. Since the spider was already in a dark area, Reaper simply sank into his own darkness, and reappeared in that area.
Since the man was paniced, Reaper moved his shadow around his wrists and ankles to try and keep him from striking out at him. Sapphire managed to break free of this before, but if he was dissoriented he may struggle with it more. With that he quickly moved closer and reached out to touch the scratch on the man's chest.



Shadow continued to try and hold the shadows from the Reapers back, but was having little success. The dark ring was now only a few feet away from her. She glanced back to see if the others had moved yet or not, and it looked like part of them had. The man in the white suit seemed to have crushed a few Reapers that had gotten too close, judging by all of the broken bones scattered around him. The girl was by him too.
She felt a sudden and strong pressure explode in her head, and she had to raise her hands towards the ring to help her keep the ring at bay. They had used more force to shove it closer, and the pressure was just building...she wasn't going to be able to hold this. She could still get away, and easily...but then that would leave the man and girl to the Reapers. Blast it that left one other option, and honestly she hated it. She wasn't the self-sacrificial one.
With a growl of frustration, she quickly lept into the air as high as she could, spining a bit to face towards the other two. Her black webbing shot down towards them and wrapped around them. She mentally forced her strands to lift them from the roof and towards the one with Daredevil and the others. Once they were safely away, she of course was already on her way back down towards the roof. And the shadows, of course, had completly covered the roof.
She quicly tried to form a small shield under her feet for her to try and levetate herself out of the way. Unfortunatly, though not surprising to her, the shadows shot from the ground and wrapped around her once she was a mere few feet from the ground. She abandoned trying to use her webbing and focused on fighting off the shadows, both physically and mentally.
It was useless. Their control on the darkness, because of their numbers, overpowered hers. Not only was the darkness trying to engulf her, but she could feel boney hands grabbing her and trying to pull her into the darkness completly. It didn't take long for her to sink into thier shadow, but she did not, and never would, go down without a fight.

With a soft groan and a shake of his head, Tony slowly sat up again, then immediately checked for damage; the results weren't pretty, but they could have been much worse. The circuitry of armor that covered his injured arm was basically useless, and sections of the chest area were damaged as well. That said, all main systems seemed to be in working order, so he flew up to lend Rhody a hand. He immediately locked onto Carnage and sent a blast from his sonic cannon, still with the ridiculously wide radius from his last attack, shooting toward the creature. "You might want to reconsider pissing off the guy called War Machine," he called cheerfully.


I don't think, said a very quiet, pleasant, familiar voice that seemed to come from right next to both Reapers' ears... or where their ears would have been... That is considered towing the line, do you? By the way, Spider-man happens to be one of the close personal friends I mentioned.

Reaper grimmaced and glared over at the cyborg as he opened fire on him. Well, simple enough, he'd just have to get closer to the Spider. He doubted the man would risk hitting his friend.
He went to touch him again, but hesitated and shot his head around, finding nothing. He grimmaced and looked back at the spider, his fingers just barely touching his wound. Now he was almost wishing that the man would start thrashing a bit to free himself. Then he would be the one to touch him by accident.
"I have no intention of harming him...simply gaining another small ability. I may need whatever power becomes available if my "boss appears again. And with the state you're friend's in, I don't want to be hit by him, so I need to restrain him a bit. I don't need to take any blood to gain power, simply touch it." he said to seemingly no one. He hopped to convince him that he wasn't going to hurt the man, and let him touch his blood. But he wasn't going to argue if he didn't. He couldn't afford to. Plus, provided she didn't escape, he had another take-home prize.