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Peter Parker	The Empire State University campus tends to be on the busy side at most hours of the day and early evening and in that respect at least today is no different. The campus buzzes with activity despite the cool weather and cloudy skies, and not just with the regular bustle of students racing between buildings as they head to the wide assortment of classes or activities offered on site. No, there is definitely a different sort of feel to this particular afternoon. It probably has a great deal to do with the undercurrent of anger that runs through the gathering on this particular day. Student activism isn't exactly an unusual thing, but it is generally directed at broader causes, not something quite so close to home. Cutbacks have hit student programs rather hard as of late and accusations suggest that it is at least partly driven by financial malfesence or out and out theft. Which has helped to result in the widespread protest gathered up across the campus green that lays at the heart of the university grounds. Despite the chilly weather, hundreds of students are gathered outside the main administration building, many with placards with various unflattering messages directed towards the universities administrations and chants fill the air, disrupting the usually more sedate air that lingers about the grounds. For his part, Peter Parker is not here to take part in the demonstration, though he might have his fair share of sympathy for this particular cause -- he might not be quite as effected as some of the other students, if only because he just doesn't have time to be as involved in campus life as he might like -- but that doesn't mean he can't appreciate what's at stake. But for him, what's at stake is the potential of a paycheck this week. One that doesn't necessarily involve taking pictures of himself for a change, and feeding into J. Jonah Jameson's somewhat obsessive hatred of his costumed antics. Yep, any day when he can get by without giving his employer more fuel for anti-Spider-Man hysteria is not exactly a bad one. So Pete wanders the grounds of the campus, camera dangling from the strap around his neck, occasionally lifted up to snap one shot or another. Feeding his fellow students to what is likely to be Jameson's editorial wrath is not necessarily a whole lot better, but every once in awhile ol' flattop surprises him. He doesn't have a whole lot of use for corruption either. And either way, it's news, and Pete has a certain journalistic respect for that principle. Wandering through the crowds, though generally lingering around the periphery, the tousel-haired photographer nevertheless spots no shortage of familiar faces in the crowd, be it Debra Whitmen, Randy Robertson, or his lab partner Phillip Chang.
Norman Osborn	"John, you know I'm a fan of the programs here," Norman Osborn says as he walks along one of the paths through the quad, hands held behind his back. Beside him is John Marshall, the Dean of Science for ESU. Norman gestures towards the science building that bears his name as if to remind the Dean just how much the owner of Oscorp, and ESU alumnus, had contributed over the years. "But this? This is a mess of the administration's own making. I don't know that I can get involved in bailing them out," Norman says. He stops, the Dean stopping with him as Norman turns to face him. "There might be charges brought from what I'm hearing. You can understand how I can't get Oscorp dragged into even a sense of impropriety there." John lets out a little sigh as he nods his head. "I didn't expect to convince you, but I needed to ask. The students are up in arms. And you're right. From what I can tell, there's every reason for them to be upset," he says. Both men turn to look towards the demonstration up ahead outside of the administrative building.
Mary Jane Watson	Mary Jane Watson used to go to ESU. For acting. But unfortunately it was one of the paths that life didn't let her complete. But she still has friends in the program. Teachers, students who are involved, or who had graduated. They're still folks she's close to and makes an effort to stay in touch wtih. Today's a rare afternoon off that she's going to the campus to catch up with some of them. A friend that had turned from a student to a TA and was now helping with classes. They had been drawn into the protests by virtue of being a part of the community. And of cousre academics were always going to get cutbacks. It was the sort of thing where money should instead be put forwards to the administrators or even likelier to sports. How good was ESU's sports prgram anyways? Probably not that much. And how much money were they pouring into it? Probably really too much. So with having finished lunch with her friend, they'd gone over to the protest and MJ was accompanying them. She's not caught sight of Osborn, who's out of the way and far from someone high up on her 'alert' list.. She does catch sight of Peter, wtih camera. Huh, Jameson is actually letting him do a job about events that are not Spidey related. Will wonders ever cease? Life gets weird sometimes in a good way. Then she thinks of Flash,a nd her expression goes flat. A reminder to not notch people into specific categories and assume they never move on. She goes to watch along while not going towards Peter - he's keeping his attention on the protest and on the clock. A quick but small wave is given as MJ separates from her friend.
Selina Kyle	It's good to get out of Gotham every now and again, and Selina Kyle takes advantage of it whenever she can. Turns out she has a friend at ESU in the Art Department, who occasionally helps her set values on artwork that she stumbles across in her nocturnal travels. But she's not here for an appraisal for one of her fences. Just coffee this time, and now Ms. Kyle swings through campus when she hears all the ruckus of the protest. Selina is dressed casually, wearing close-fitting jeans, matching boots and leather jacket, and a purple silk top that is definitely more 'blouse' than 'shirt'. So far she just lingers on the fringe of the crowd, but she is quite adept at working closer towards the front.
Peter Parker	There is certainly an undercurrent of anger hanging in the air and it isn't exactly difficult to tell that most of those gathered are definitely not happy campers. As well they shouldn't be. It is pretty clear that a decent chunk of their tuition fees have been badly mismanaged if not outright stolen and they are the ones who are left holding the bag now. That's not generally a recipe to leave one contented with their lot in life. Despite that undercurrent of anger, the chants and the large gathering, things are rather peaceful and while there is both campus security and a handful of NYPD uniformed officers on the scene there is no real hint of trouble, no suggestion of burgeoning violence. It might be a little more boisterous then the standard student protest, but only because it hits a little closer to home then most of them. So it raises a few questions in Pete as he wanders around the fringe of the demonstration that sprawls across the green and the paths that weave between the various faculty buildings there, only the lightest dusting of snow still marking the grounds. Like why there is that faint tingling buzzing in the back of his head, that little tingling sensation that he tends to get right before trouble breaks out? He does lift a hand to a few of the familiar faces he spots, friends on campus, right along with MJ and Mr. Osborn, though with the sea of people crowded into the area he hardly notices if anyone returns the gesture, especially with that nagging sense of foreboding, a frown lingering on his face even as he takes a few more shots that he hopes to sell. Indeed, he has the camera raised to his face, snapping shots of the crowd when the figure in elaborate golden armor first rises up over the recently rechristened science building, crackling surges of energy seeming to radiate from that golden form. And a brilliant burst of illumination powering out from the central oval in the armor's chest. It is the illumation that first gets Pete's attention, even with that camera raised and he lets it fall against his chest once more, squinting as he peers up at the sky, quickly spotting the fact that it is not the sun parting the clouds that offers such a bright break to the day. But what is probably the source of that nagging sense of trouble. "Well this can't be good," he mutters. And sure enough, a booming voice eminates from the flying suit of golden armor. "You will disperse. Now. And you will be grateful for the opportunity to do so," that booming voice commands.
Mary Jane Watson	Aww, come ON. Mary Jane just looks up at the figure. It's not Molten Man, it's not Man Mountain Marko.. Maybe it's one of Iron Man's enemies? She'll make a point of looking it up later. she goes to look about quickly, trying to figure out what she can do to help.. There's too many people here for her to just limit herself to evacuating them - the area is too open necessarily for Spidey to have much to sling onto (as far as she can guess) which would make it harder for him to fight. So she has to get involved more than she normally does. And seh can't go out in her combat uniform.. What ot do, what to do.. She goes to quickly tug off her jacket, and moves to reverse it over her body. She won't look the exact same, but it's enough to make her not identifiable from a distance. Then her ski mask is yanked down over her eyes, also reversed to give a bit more concealment, red hair tucked up underneath it. Time to play ball. "Hey Bronze Age!" She calls out, voice booming to the golden man that floats up in the air. "What do you want and how fast can we turn you into Tarnishing Tim?" Sure, Tarnishing was a gold thing, not a bronze thing, but hopefully the heckle sitll stood. She would go to leap up and over into the air, putting her legs into it and landing over on one of the entryways to an administration building. It would put her a story or so up, which was enough to get her away from the crowd.
Norman Osborn	Norman eyes the crowd silently alongside the Dean of Science. He notices Peter Parker in the crowd, the two meeting eyes as Peter waves towards him. The Dean notices and asks, "Who is that?" Norman gives a tiny wave of his hand Peter's direction, "Peter Parker. One of your brighter students. The kind of student that's the reason I donate what I do, John. You could use another dozen like him." The Dean gives a nod, mentally noting the name. If he draws such effusive praise from Norman, the man might have to find a way to work Peter into his next funding appeal for the Oscorp CEO. "Speaking of bright, how is Harry doing?" Norman just gives a snort and a shake of his head at referring to his son that way. Before he can reply though, that figure rises up above the building. "What's this? Some kind of new campus security?" he asks the Dean, who shrugs, unsure.
Selina Kyle	A flying suit of golden armor. Huh. Now that's something you don't see every day. Selina does edge closer, even as the crowd starts trying to find reasons to be somewhere else. The redhired Sonja unmasks and starts calling out taunts, attracting Selina to glide closer. She takes a mental inventory of her bag, which is never -completely- empty. Not for the first time does she wonder whether Batman carries anti-air guided rockets.
Peter Parker	Somehow, given that tingling sensation in the back of his head, Pete doesn't really think that the armored figure really has the good of crowd below at heart. He could be wrong, he hopes he's wrong, but somehow he's pretty sure that he has a pretty good grasp on the situation here. For a moment at least the loud chants and catcalls from the demonstrators below are stille,d quieted and a hush falls over the quad as light continues to pour forth from the golden figure hovering above, certainly brightening the day but a little too intense to make it easy to peer directly at the man. Like a concentrated floodlight, streaming from the center of his chest. Certainly a few of those gathered take the hint. This is New York after all and strange appearances of menacing figures isn't exactly unknown. They have a pretty good clue that nothing good comes from strange floating figures issuing demands. So there is certainly a small stream of figures that begin to rush towards the various buildings that surround the area, to clear out of any potential line of fire. But again, this is New York. And compared to a lot of threats, a big flying flashlight doesn't seem all that faunting. More, under the circumstances, no matter how unlikely it might be, the sudden appearance of the armored figure does kind of feel like an administration over-reaction to a still peaceful demonstration. And while it seems unlikely that the university is now employing flying armored figures as part of campus security, it's a pretty crazy world out there. So who knows. So rather quickly the chanting starts up once more, quite a number of insults hurled up towards the floating figure. For his part, Pete begins to edge back, though not completely forgetting about just why he came out today as he lifts that camera once more to snap a few shots even as he backpeddles towards the nearest gap between buildings. "This isn't going to end well, is it?" For a moment that hovering, armored figure just floats there, up above the crowd, seeming oblivious to the abuse hurled its way. But then that electronically amplified voice cuts over the noise of the crowd below. "ENOUGH." he bellows out, lifting one arm, bright light bursting forth from his palm. And that light quickly manifests as more then just a burst of illumination as it slowly begins to take shape. The shape of a giant hammer that slams down towards the ground, right in front of the administration building. While minds might suggest that's impossible, bodies react instinctively and the crowd gathered there leaps aside, seeking cover. And a good thing too because as that solid light hammer hits, the ground cracks under it's impact, sending of a small barrage of concrete shards at anyone standing too close. "Definitely not good..." Pete grimaces, letting his camera fall against his chest once more, turning to sprint into that gap now. It is apparently a sentiment that a growing number of his fellow sdtudents are embracing too as those angry chants begin to turn towards screams of fright.
Norman Osborn	The Dean has pulled out his phone and is calling campus security. He has one hand covering his free ear to be able to hear better. Norman meanwhile, stands watching, hands in the pockets of his slacks as he gives a little shake of his head. Apparently not very impressed by the flying figure at first. The appearance of the Hammer Of Light and the subsequent impact only bring a frown to Norman's face. "If he hurts my building," he mutters to himself, turning to the Dean. "John, do something about this!" he says, motioning towards the flying figure with one hand. John bites off the retort he wants to make to his department's biggest donor, and begins speaking more emphatically to the person at campus security he's gotten ahold of.
Mary Jane Watson	Well, this is definitely not nice. Mary Jane goes to swear under her breath and then moves to grab up a chunk of concrete, and goes to throw it over at the man, trying to hit him in the face with it. She can lift up to a ton if she pushes herself, and this guy seems pretty strong so she's not holding back with it. If he has to put his energy into shielding himself, then it's all the better for the people in the crowd to get away from. If she can get him to go after her, even better. "Hey, Bronze Age! Why you picking on people that are too poor to afford to go to the dining hall? And unless you're being paid from the sports budget, you're not going to make anything here either!" Taunt him, try to get him angry.. Or to start making him start to monologue about himself. Bad guys did that often when prompted, so hopefully this guy fit into the malfeasant majority when it came to mayhem! MJ is going to while taunting him get ready to move over if not interrupted, and goes to tear off a nearby flagpole, intent on lining it up over like a long spear that one might use for fencing, held under one arm as the three meter long pole woudl be easily held. Of course that's presuming that the man isn't gonig to blast her or blow up the chunk of the building she was standing on before she could do so!
Selina Kyle	Hmm. Whip. Bat-grapple. Bat Bear-mace. Caltrops. Lockpicks. There's a moment in Selina's bag inventory when she wonders whether she is becoming more like Him, depending too much on her gadgets. The crowd rushes generally -away- from the golden armored figure, but Selina angles and weaves her way through it, like a salmon swimming upstream. She keeps her eyes on the armored figure, one hand stuffed down into her bag now as she closes warily. Gotta watch for more light constructs, too.
Peter Parker	Fortunately campus security already has a presence on the scene, scattered about the crowds. Unfortunately? They're not exactly equipped to take on some armored super menance. They don't even pack guns, unless one counts those of the stun variety. So while the Dean speaks with growing agitation into that phone, those individuals scattered throughout the crowd with that bright yellow reflective strip that spells out security on their jackets do what they can to keep the evacuation of the fleeing students and supporters as orderly as possible. Which isn't a whole heck of a lot admittedly, given the numbers, given the growing chaos that envelops the green as students start to rush for nearby buildings or any other cover they can find. Of course not everyone runs, even in the face of that display of power and more then a few scoop up chunks of that debris to hurl back up at the armored figure above. Of course no one else present is picking up hundred pound chunks of debris Unsurprisingly, MJ's instincts about the flying man having some sort of defense proves rather valid, and while campus security might not have weapons of much use, the handful of onduty, uniformed NYPD patrolmen are not so limited, drawying out their firearms and letting loose a barrage of fire towards the armored figure. Sure enough, a wall of light springs up, projected from the armored figure's other hand and those bullets stop as if striking a real wall, the barrage never reaching the flying man. It does, however, leave him open to that chunk of concrete hurled his way and it is only at the last moment that the other armored palm lashes out, sending a beam of light directly into the debris hurled by MJ, shattering it before it strikes home, showering him in much smaller chunks. "Insolent! Like so many of you other ill-mannered louts, you can't respect true genius when you see it," that electronically amplified voice yells out, the shape of a hard-light axe bursting forth, slicing downward. And while it misses MJ and the rest of the crowd, it does cut deep into one of the leafless trees that dots the green, sending it toppling over towards some of those not yet fleeting. Increasingly, the glowing figure hovering above the campus starts to lash out, beams of light slicing downward seemingly at random towards the ground below -- including one that does indeed strike home at the nearby science building, shearing off part of the sign out front. Someone's not going to be happy about the 'orman J Osborn Science Building', the 'N' left sizzling on the steps below. Shooting a quick look around to make sure no one's watching, Pete swiftly begins to climb up towards the roof of the building he's ducked between, hastily tugging out his mask from his backpack as he reaches the top, managing to pull it on just in time to watch that tree begin to topple towards the crowd. Hands lash up almost at once, driven by instinct as much as anything else as a pair of weblines shoot out with that customary *thwip*, catching a pair of those in the path of the falling branches and jerking them backward, out of the way just in time. But he can't get them all. Only then does Pete finish tugging off the rest of his clothes, revealling the Spiey suit underneath. "I don't know why I bother wearing anything else. I should probably just go to class in this. It would save me time," he mutters, hopping up onto the ledge of the building.
Norman Osborn	Norman and the Dean had been far enough back from the crowd that they aren't in the immediate line of fire. Though the crack of gunshots doesn't do a lot to make them feel better. "Come on, evacuate," Norman says to a couple of kids who have taken shelter behind a tree. "Go, get out of here before you get caught in the crossf-" Norman is just getting out, when one of those beams comes down and decapitates him. Not Norman himself. But the first letter of his name from the science building's sign. A sign he had picked out himself and had sent over. Norman's fists clench, and was he gripping an iron bar at the time it likely would have been bent. He's of half a mind to do something about it. But no, it's a fleeting thought. One that brings him great pleasure, granted, thinking of just how he'd make the armored figure pay. But one that will have to wait for another time that won't expose him.
Mary Jane Watson	Mary Jane Watson goes to call out again, "Lout, really? You're the one with your dome getting rung. So what are we supposed to call you, Bronze Age? I don't know.. Chrome DOme? Gold Dome?" Now that she has her full on 'spear' she goes to duck down hard as the golden axe swings down towards her. Then again she does fit the role of TYris Flare pretty well. She can only hope that the civilians are getting out of the way as she goes to leap over to the nearest window of the building that she's scrambling on - and hope that no one underneath it is at risk from things falling onto them. "So what's your life story? Bitten by a radioactive piece of metal? Blaming society for not appreciating your lustre? Angry over too many times of people pronouncing karats like carrots?" Keep up the taunting, keep up the taunting, hope that the civilians can get out of the way and evacuate.. NOrman and Selina aren't noticed in the thick of throngs, nor is the poor university administrator (Okay, not poor, the man makes only slightly less than the football coach in all likelihood). Okay, the suit is probably mechanical, has a force field but only seems to be able to project one thing at a time. So it can attack or defend, but only within a limited area. It can make contructs, but the size is limited (admittedly making an axe the size of a large car hardly counts as 'limited'). Mary Jane goes to leap through the air if she could over towards the man, angling like she was going to leap towards the building over.. Then she's going to try and whack him in the head in passing over with the very large flagpole she had yanked up and over.. And also there's the flag dangling over on it, one hook having broken off, that might even flip to fall on his face to blind him! then again that would require MJ to get lucky, and with all the time she spent wtih Peter, his luck had probably rubbed off on her a bit too much..
Selina Kyle	Selina Kyle isn't in costume, which will certainly be an inconvenience. She takes stock of the situation. The redhead is doing an outstanding job of irritating the golden-armored figure, then she catches a glimpse of two figures being tugged back out of the way. By spiderweb strands. Okay, so it looks like the heroes are here. Selina pulls something out of her bag, hopping lightly up onto the haft of the luminous axe that's buried in the concrete. "That's it?" she calls out loudly, watching the armored figure.
Peter Parker	At least that hard light wall simply stops those bullets directly in mid-flight instead of sending them careening back erratically, but nonetheless the fire from the NYPD officers on site quickly breaks off when they can't strike home at the threat, more then one of them on their radio, calling in details of the attack, requesting both backup and instructions on how to proceed. In the meantime, they increasingly start to assist campus security in trying to evacuate the area, voices calling out instructions pretty much lost in the chaos of the scene, but helping anyone who stumbles or lingers to clear out of the immediate danger area. If the armored figure is at all apologetic about damaging Norman's sign, he certainly gives no sign of it, seemingly only enraged by the taunts hurled his way by the ski-masked woman and furthered by Selina as she hops up on that glowing axe as it starts to lift back up from where it was embedded in the ground, perhaps getting ready to be swung yet again. If she doesn't leap free, Selina might just find herself carried aloft. While he shoots a quick look at the glowing armored figure, the more pressing problem seems to be that falling tree that collapses towards the crowd so Pete doesn't hesitate as he flings himself off the top of the library, hurtling down towards the ground. Flinging a hand out behind himself, another webline shoots out from his wrist blindly, instinct once again serving Spidey well as it latches onto the ledge above, slowing him just enough that he lands nimbly on the ground instead of just pancaking on the frozen earth. Releasing that webline, the arachnid hero hurls hands up at the last moment, catching the trunk of the tree just before it can come crashing down on a pair of fallen students. "This isn't as easy as it looks. So if you could help a Spider out and make yourself scarce, I'd really appreciate it!" he suggests, just a little strain in his voice. Up above, the Lightmaster spots the woman perched on his glowing axe, the well timed taunt catching his attention at just the right moment. Just in time for MJ's strike to hit home, that flagpole cracking his head back, knocking him a little off balance as he reels in mid-air trying to stabilize himself. More however, and unnoticed by the man at least at first, is the fact that the helmet that conceals his features is knocked askew as well, revealling features that perhaps a few on the scene will actually recognize; Dr. Edward Lansky, noted physicist and Vice-Chancellor of Empire State Univesity. Suddenly, a few people might have some idea of just where the 'misplaced' funds might have been siphoned off to. It is also the moment when a certain realization begins to spread over the hovering doctor's expression.
Mary Jane Watson	The man isn't recognizable to MJ, but at the way the crowd looks at him she's guessing that he's associated with the school. "Hey, I've got a spear and you've lost your magic helmet!" Taunting, even as she has to drop the improvised weapon. Now that the man has his helm off she has to be careful because attacking him again risks her doing something that might badly injure him. Keep moving, keep moving, don't let him focus on attacking the crowd again or be pissed.. Now MJ goes to jump over towards the building, but hits over at a somewhat off angle and has to scramble along it to pull herself up. Her nails bleed a bit from it as she moves to try and lift herself hard. It's not easy - and she's vulnerable over it. So if the man decides to go for a blast over at the woman that's gotten incredibly irritated with her then she's heavily open for it while she just hangs there!
Norman Osborn	Norman Osborn's jaw tenses as Spider-Man finally appears. The desire to do violence is strong within Norman, and if he has moments of being unsure who he'd target first, the one who destroyed his sign, or his age-old nemesis? Well, he's been after Spider-Man for awhile. He'd probably keep a little longer. "Come on John, let's get out of here before we get caught up as collateral damage too," Norman says. He and the Dean begin backing away, though coaxing any remaining students near them to flee. Though the pair retreat in an orderly way. Even if the Dean looks like he'd be running if he wasn't afraid of what Norman would think of him for doing so. The pair get far enough way they should be safe, then stop at the corner of a building so Norman can continue to watch.
Selina Kyle	Ride the glowing axe aloft? That was Selina's plan, of course. She may be in her civvies, but sometimes regular girls get lucky, y'know? The axe lifts higher, and when the distance is right, Selina... jumps. If she were in costume she'd add a flip to the jump for effect. Instead she manages to make it look like a happy accident as she 'somehow' lands on the golden figure's shoulders with both feet. The helmet is already askew, so it shouldn't be too difficult to reach down and remove it entirely.
Peter Parker	It would seem that a great deal of bluster goes out of the Lightmaster as that helmet comes unattached, as his features are revealed to those below. And while MJ will surely not be alone in having no idea of just who it is hovering up above -- there's far too many professors to know them all afterall, and really, how many students actually pay attention to just who are member's of the university's administration -- there are enough below that any real chance of anonymity is shattered for the soon to be ex-professor. "Are you crazy? Get off me woman!" Lansky shouts at Selina, that voice no longer electronically amplified as the man cranes his neck, trying to get a better look of the crazy woman now balanced on his shoulders, that light construct dying away as he just reaches for her with gauntleted fists. The only good thing for the armored man? It would seem that the helmet is actually attached to the armor. So while it dangles back behind his neck, it does not break free when Selina tries to remove it. That decision to ride the axe up might have the additional benefit of saving MJ, off balanced struggling as she is for a moment as Lansky is in no position to take advantage. He's not in position to do much of anything in truth but jerk erratically, trying to shake his seemingly crazy passenger loose from her perch on him -- and finding it surprisingly difficult to manage. Down on the ground, the police, campus security and the few members of the faculty on site -- along with the oh so benevolent benefactos of the university like Norman -- are increasingly able to clear out to the commons, leaving it mostly devoid of potential targets -- or victims -- from the armored figure above. One person who does linger of course is the masked Spider-Man, still holding that tree until the pair at his feet scramble safely away. For a moment he considers hurling it skyward towards the armored man, but the woman's presence there is enough to dissuade him of that. Instead Pete lets the tree fall from his grasp, landing with a thump beside him as he instead lifts a hand and depresses that trigger for his web-shooter in the center of his palm, letting another line fly out, arcing through the air and snagging Lansky's foot. "I think it's time for a grounding," he calls out, starting to haul on that webline.
Mary Jane Watson	As MJ goes to scramble her way up after having finally stabilized her grip, she looks over at Selina with an appreciative expression and goes to pull herself up to the overhang. Taking a moment to pant and try to catch her breath as she moves to be ready to back up Selina, going to pick up another piece of concrete to get ready to hurl it over. There's no taunting now - there's a civilian in the line of fire and if she throws it she risks hitting her. And Spidey is going in for the thwip anyways! So she's there ready, holding on to go to rock it if need be and also get out of the way if he goes to try and smash again. And to be a backup in case The Catwoman goes to take a tumble.
Selina Kyle	Lansky reaches up and tries to reach for Selina as he starts to jerk about erratically. It would be difficult enough without the armor, and no armor provides perfect mobility. The web line catches his ankle, and she sees that it's just about all over except for the finale. Better make it a good one. "Help! Help!" she calls out, sounding terrified while managing to dodge those armored gauntlets. She fake-slips down along his back, hooking one arm around his neck to cling to him for dear life. Okay, well she just happens to be clinging in a choke-hold...
Peter Parker	As a general rule, armor doesn't tend to offer an abundance of flexibility and in that respect the creation of Edward Lansky doesn't seem to be appreciably different in that regard. So as Selina lets herself slip and slide down the back of that golden armor, oh so coincidentally wrapping arms around the man's head -- clinging for dear life or very cleverly choking him out -- the soon to be disgraced ex-professor can't manage to reach behind him and grab hold of her, no matter how he tries. And try he does, especially as feels himself behind hauled down towards the ground, straining to get away. While that armor might be designed for some not inconsiderable flight speeds, it would seem that Spider-Man is up to the task, slowly but steadily dragging him down. His other hand comes up and another burst of webbing is fired upward at the golden menace, this one clogging up the jets on the bottom of those armored boots which rather swiftly cuts off any further attempts to fly away and sends Lansky toppling the last half-dozen feet. Stepping over, Spidey positions himself to make sure that he can catch Selina if needed before turning his attention back to the fallen armored figure who groans on the ground. "I think you're going to have a lot of questions to answer Doc," he says with a slow shake of his head, ignoring the police officers that are starting to close in on their position. Instead he simply lets out another barrage of webbing, cocooning the rogue professor up, leaving him wrapped up in those sticky strands of webbing, ignoring the the frantic squirming that comes from that now immobilized figure, buried beneath that mound of webs. Shooting a quick glance upward to make sure that MJ has recovered her footing and is mostly okay, Pete only then turns his attention towards Selina. "You okay?" he asks, not taking note of the fact that the frantic squirming of that web pile is only growing more noticable, little wisps of smoke starting to drift up between those strands of webbing. As the police grow closer and suddenly begin to shout, racing forward, Spidey finally notices that something is definitely wrong, glancing back to notice smoke absolutely pouring from that web cocoon. "Oh man, that's not supposed to happen!" he says, a note of panic in his voice as he immediately whirls and begins to tear at the webbing to free the armored man beneath. And when he does, he finds the suit in apparent meltdown, from the solar receptors being clogged and plunged into darkness. A pretty major design flaw really. But as the officer's advance quickens, starting to race across the quad shouting at him to stay where he is, the arachnid hero instinctively throws out a webline again. He and the authorities? Not always a good mix. "Gotta go! Thanks for your help!" he calls back as he leaps up and begins to swing back towards those rooftops. Somehow he suspects that he hasn't done himself any favors today.
Selina Kyle	Selina Kyle tumbles when Laskey falls, making it look dramatic while actually being harmless. She doesn't land on her feet, but she rises shortly and brushes the dust off casually. Whatever was in her hand is slipped back into her bag. Bear mace? Perhaps. Watching the authorities close in and Spider-Man slip away, she offers a small smile and begins fading back into the background herself.