Drawbacks
"What happens when threats become nothing compared to the ones you used to have-
The villains here are nothing to the ones He fought in his old world, He's stronger then alot of heros/villains but there is always one unseen threat that follows him constantly. One he can never escape no matter how much I wish I could."
His inner monolog goes on and on, even as a pipe comes flying towards his ribs, a simple step to the side causes the thug to loose balance crashing into the dumpster behind them. The comical sight almost makes him snort, he sighs softlt controlling his emotions, he is Fiddleback right now, Not Khan Kendall.
Fiddleback isn't emotional, he's calm, strategic and intimidating. a true predator to the scum who roam this quiet neighborhood, nothing more then flies that get captured by his hands. The biggest one of the group runs foward, He is taller, more muscular however his biology is only human. They always think they can push down the ones who can lift cars for a warmup-
He humors the taller thug letting him lock hands with his own, the pressure miniscule compared to his own. It's like holding a loaf of bread, so in return he controls his pressure lessening it to barely a finger tip tap. The thug starts spewing a mixture of spit and snot, Fiddleback tilts his head never losing focus as the fluids splash behind him loudly. his sensitive ears causing his eyes to wince behind the emotionless orange lens.
The thug begins to understand his situation, feeling his energy run out fast, his tight grip faltering, the presure releasing. His over confidence disappearing, his eyes widening in shock and confusion- Before replacing with a look Fiddleback knows all too well.
Fear-
The thug tries to release his hands, practically begging he will behave. The line makes him scoff, applying more pressure feeling the fragile bones creak uncomfortably. It always goes this way, once they know they are beat, they surrender- They beg, they tell you they will turn themselves in. Just don't kill me, the sound of prey attempting to stall the predators killing blow-
In any other situation- this is when the predator wins however what happens when the predator becomes it's own prey-
The sharpness in his chest he almost stops, the cold, hot pops in his skull and lower back, stinging up his arms. Breath labored- his hands slipping from the thugs grasp. Vision blurring, hearing distorted overwhelming ringing-
His legs start to feel like jelly, his heart speeding sparatically, the thug notices ofc course he does, his fearful expression shifting to an almost gleeful one full of opportunity- Fiddleback barely has time to dodge as skull slams into skull, his vision already blurred exploding in white lights, he falls with a thud his armored body causing a bigger collision-
The Thug laughs, monologing about how new heros they they are such hot stuff until they run out of juice. A fist o the face over and over again. it's almost therapeutic, when was the last time he's been punched. Sharp jabs turn into hammer fists, his superhuman durability providing some protection. His pain however being 20 times more sensitive then a normal person, causes his body to shudder from the electrical signals being sent to his battered brain.
The paralysis begins to fade as the thugs fist tears into his mask, his curses as blood spills on his knuckles burning them. Fiddleback coughs, wishing that another punch would finish him off, even though his body wouldn't let him. His body fully returns to him, catching the next punch covered in The thugs belt to protect him from the spider's blood-
Pushing him off from his chest, the thug yells in shock, standing to a slouched position, huffing and puffing staring daggers into the thug who looks like he wanted to run. Not this time-
"Y..you..f..Finished?" Fiddleback says wiping the blood from his face, the burn not affecting him.
In this world where you could be one of the strongest, there will always be something out there to humble you.
Unfortunately for Fiddleback with his strength comes
bigger drawbacks