[Peter yanks his mask back on, Karen questioning in his ear how everything's going — not so good, Karen, and yeah, they're still in danger. She starts a scan on the thing, since Peter can't for the life of him remember just exactly what this thing's made of; lucky him, leaping up and out of the way of the beast lunging out of the ground yields some results from his AI (and hey, his spider senses actually tingled there appropriately; thanks, spider sense).]
Behind the head!
[He webs a tree and begins a crescent-shaped swing sideways.]
When it drops its head low, there's a spot where the armor's—
[The bulette slams into the tree he's currently swinging on — damn, it's smart — and Peter's web snaps as he goes rolling along the ground like Quill had done on Spider-Man's arrival. He settles with a painful oof, rolling to his knees as the beast lunges back towards him. It definitely wants to eat the guy making the sticky netting stuff, but it also leaves room for Quill to aim for that patch of skin at the base of its skull.]
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Behind the head!
[He webs a tree and begins a crescent-shaped swing sideways.]
When it drops its head low, there's a spot where the armor's—
[The bulette slams into the tree he's currently swinging on — damn, it's smart — and Peter's web snaps as he goes rolling along the ground like Quill had done on Spider-Man's arrival. He settles with a painful oof, rolling to his knees as the beast lunges back towards him. It definitely wants to eat the guy making the sticky netting stuff, but it also leaves room for Quill to aim for that patch of skin at the base of its skull.]