Their gazes locked, but neither of them moved.
Their extra limbs did the fighting.
Venom's eight tail-like appendages lashed forward with terrifying speed.
Ben's four scythe-ended limbs met them head-on.
CLANG.
SLASH.
The battlefield blurred as blade met blade.
The air seemed to scream from the speed of their strikes.
Ben gritted his teeth.
He was losing the exchange.
Venom had more limbs, and each attack came from a sharp, unpredictable angle, pushing him back step by step.
One tail slipped through.
Slash.
A sharp tip cut across Ben's cheek.
Black venom sizzled against his skin.
He clicked his tongue, annoyed, his mind racing. 'Shit.
I can make more, but...'
The thought appeared, and he killed it at once.
More limbs would not help.
They would only slow him down.
This fight was not about numbers.
It was about control.
So instead of making more appendages, he changed the ones he had.
In the middle of the exchange, his scythe-blades warped and reshaped.
