Oh. Huh. His fellow pointy-eared tights aficionado was here too! Neat! Saves him the trouble of trying to figure out who's an imPort and who's just a regular civilian when they're all dressed up. Especially since he's usually scanning the room from a more elevated and distant position than most, seeing as how the airspace has been remarkably uncontested so far.
He's not about to come barging in on Batgirl's fight though, no real way to do that safely. But he could at least handle some big metal bruiser somebody had spent all of maybe ten minutes trying to pass off as human. Because that is definitely a cheap wig held on by duct tape, and nobody here's had fashion game that weak. So, before the metalhead with a moptop could clamber over those last couple rows of seats to tilt the odds against the [probably] real Batgirl, down drops the spider-themed super-teen. And with impeccable aim, he lands right on Full-metal Fabio's head in a very nicely executed handstand. Of course, the move that followed next was unlikely to be repeated in any sort of gymnastics anywhere, as with a little extra super-strength and just the right full-body rotation the webhead's able to twist and tear the machine's head clean off its shoulders. Score another point for torsion!
But the webhead's also a firm believer in the importance of crowd control when combatting bad guys- biological or mechanical. So in the process of executing an admirable forward handspring to really nail his dismount, he just hurls the hunk of metal through the air to clang into the side of another bot's head ten rows down as it's chasing after another guest. Enough to knock it over one row of seats and onto the floor, but not likely enough to put it down for good.
"First bot-fight, huh? Don't know if it makes it better or worse that this guy didn't even try gettin' your measurements right."
He's leaning towards worse, buuuut there was definitely something to be said for the added creep factor that'd be brought to the table if whoever built these things had sent hers out with 100% accuracy.
"Not that Icould! And I value my face remaining un-punched way too much to even take a stab at it, but workmanship that sloppy's gotta be deliberate."
He's very much aware his own bot's not exactly down for the count yet either but, without a head, it's just forced to awkwardly bump into the back of the empty seats and blindly swing in all directions to try and hit him. A task made even more difficult by the fact that even without looking, he instinctively knows where each one of those swings is headed. When there's one in particular coming down toward his shoulder he catches the bot's arm and heaves it clean over his shoulders to crash headfirst- figuratively speaking- to the floor. And once it's toppled over onto it's back, it's easier to deal with.
"Oh and, quick pointer? Assuming there's any kind of consistency to cross-dimensional Supervillain Robotics, go for the joints. Makes it so much easier to dismantle these things!"
And- more to avoid the embarrassment of getting his butt kicked by a headless robot than to prove a point- Peter plants one foot on the headless bot's chest at his feet and uses the added leverage to just tear the machine's arm off and toss it aside.
"Especially since these things are usually pretty hard-headed!"
Which wasn't meant to be... okay, so it was meant to be incredibly corny wordplay, sue him, superhero banter is 100% improv. They can't all be winners!
Something the robot at his feet is learning all too well as the webhead sets about tearing the other arm off.
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He's not about to come barging in on Batgirl's fight though, no real way to do that safely. But he could at least handle some big metal bruiser somebody had spent all of maybe ten minutes trying to pass off as human. Because that is definitely a cheap wig held on by duct tape, and nobody here's had fashion game that weak. So, before the metalhead with a moptop could clamber over those last couple rows of seats to tilt the odds against the [probably] real Batgirl, down drops the spider-themed super-teen. And with impeccable aim, he lands right on Full-metal Fabio's head in a very nicely executed handstand. Of course, the move that followed next was unlikely to be repeated in any sort of gymnastics anywhere, as with a little extra super-strength and just the right full-body rotation the webhead's able to twist and tear the machine's head clean off its shoulders. Score another point for torsion!
But the webhead's also a firm believer in the importance of crowd control when combatting bad guys- biological or mechanical. So in the process of executing an admirable forward handspring to really nail his dismount, he just hurls the hunk of metal through the air to clang into the side of another bot's head ten rows down as it's chasing after another guest. Enough to knock it over one row of seats and onto the floor, but not likely enough to put it down for good.
"First bot-fight, huh? Don't know if it makes it better or worse that this guy didn't even try gettin' your measurements right."
He's leaning towards worse, buuuut there was definitely something to be said for the added creep factor that'd be brought to the table if whoever built these things had sent hers out with 100% accuracy.
"Not that Icould! And I value my face remaining un-punched way too much to even take a stab at it, but workmanship that sloppy's gotta be deliberate."
He's very much aware his own bot's not exactly down for the count yet either but, without a head, it's just forced to awkwardly bump into the back of the empty seats and blindly swing in all directions to try and hit him. A task made even more difficult by the fact that even without looking, he instinctively knows where each one of those swings is headed. When there's one in particular coming down toward his shoulder he catches the bot's arm and heaves it clean over his shoulders to crash headfirst- figuratively speaking- to the floor. And once it's toppled over onto it's back, it's easier to deal with.
"Oh and, quick pointer? Assuming there's any kind of consistency to cross-dimensional Supervillain Robotics, go for the joints. Makes it so much easier to dismantle these things!"
And- more to avoid the embarrassment of getting his butt kicked by a headless robot than to prove a point- Peter plants one foot on the headless bot's chest at his feet and uses the added leverage to just tear the machine's arm off and toss it aside.
"Especially since these things are usually pretty hard-headed!"
Which wasn't meant to be... okay, so it was meant to be incredibly corny wordplay, sue him, superhero banter is 100% improv. They can't all be winners!
Something the robot at his feet is learning all too well as the webhead sets about tearing the other arm off.