[It's honestly a relief that her leg sweep works. It knocks him down, and best of all, it shuts him up. Gwen honestly doesn't know how much more of his monologues she can take. It's one thing when she's sassing right back with one of her usual villains of the week, but everything about this is so wrong. Jim is her friend. She's not supposed to be fighting him. She's not supposed to be scrambling to save him from whatever monstrous infection has consumed him and turned him into something he's not.
Once he's down, Jim was right to swipe the knife out-- because she was doing just that, moving towards him. But she freezes, holding her hands out in front of her as he points the knife at himself.]
Whoa, hey, let's not get any ideas here-- [Dammit, she really wished she had her webbing right now! It would be so easy to get that knife out of his grasp, but all she can do is stand helplessly back, hoping he'll move it so she can move in. But he doesn't, and for a second, she really thinks the worst is happening.]
No! [The lights are out, there's the sounds of movement, and she rushes forward, finding the spot where she last saw him empty. She grabs the railing, focusing on the sounds she can hear through the darkness, and she pinpoints the direction he's going.
She might not have her webbing, but she has speed on her side. She's hurt, but she's not nearly in as bad of shape as Jim is now. Even without being able to see perfectly in the dark, her eyesight is still better than a normal human's, and her spider-sense is honing in on what she needs to know.
She jumps. It's a graceful leap off the side of the catwalk, and she somersaults down, landing perfectly, but she didn't stop there. She took off after him, using the crates and cages that were obstacles in his way to her advantage, practically dancing across them, cartwheeling and launching ahead of Jim in the darkness.
Once she's finally sure she's passed him, she somersaults from her height advantage and lands in front of him, throwing her arms open. If she timed it right-- and she's pretty sure she did-- he'll run straight into her arms, which is exactly what she wants.]
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Once he's down, Jim was right to swipe the knife out-- because she was doing just that, moving towards him. But she freezes, holding her hands out in front of her as he points the knife at himself.]
Whoa, hey, let's not get any ideas here-- [Dammit, she really wished she had her webbing right now! It would be so easy to get that knife out of his grasp, but all she can do is stand helplessly back, hoping he'll move it so she can move in. But he doesn't, and for a second, she really thinks the worst is happening.]
No! [The lights are out, there's the sounds of movement, and she rushes forward, finding the spot where she last saw him empty. She grabs the railing, focusing on the sounds she can hear through the darkness, and she pinpoints the direction he's going.
She might not have her webbing, but she has speed on her side. She's hurt, but she's not nearly in as bad of shape as Jim is now. Even without being able to see perfectly in the dark, her eyesight is still better than a normal human's, and her spider-sense is honing in on what she needs to know.
She jumps. It's a graceful leap off the side of the catwalk, and she somersaults down, landing perfectly, but she didn't stop there. She took off after him, using the crates and cages that were obstacles in his way to her advantage, practically dancing across them, cartwheeling and launching ahead of Jim in the darkness.
Once she's finally sure she's passed him, she somersaults from her height advantage and lands in front of him, throwing her arms open. If she timed it right-- and she's pretty sure she did-- he'll run straight into her arms, which is exactly what she wants.]