"Dude, seriously? A dark alleyway? Oooh, spooky. Next thing you're gonna tell me is that you have a degree in chemistry and you went into business with one of your students,"
Maybe I shouldn't have announced myself like that. Quick! Cobweb bombs!
The mysterious persuader of justice flipped from the rooftop, evading an opening burst of water sharpened to a razor's edge by the latest member of the DK Crew - HUH!. To be honest, drug dealers never really did anything like this so publicly before. They usually kept quiet, but it seems that the tantalizing offer of corrupting the population of New York while the city itself slept was too overwhelming for some people. Come to think of it, this guy was new. Huge - but new. Spraying some webbing into a grenade-sized handful of goodness, the Spider lobbed it into the face of the water manipulator. He smiled and sliced it in half with his new powers, having transformed his own arm into a sword of sorts.
Too bad he didn't notice that the Spider threw two coweb bombs instead of just one, meaning he didn't cut jack cheese.
They both went off in his face, blinding him as the strands stuck to his eyeballs. He would be fine given some water to rinse all of it out with and some hardcore crying, but for right now he couldn't see and it stung like he was just stung there by bees. Speaking of bees, when was the last time you saw a roving swarm of bees approach you without warning and with the intent to kill? Oh right, about five seconds ago.
While the water guy was down and out, screaming for help, there was another one of the mutated spectators who took part in the genetic finger painting this new dealer was trying to play off as "good honest fun" when it most certainly was not. Instead of water, he shot out bees. How? Science, that's how. Funnily enough, the Spider somehow knew this was going to happen tonight. His sixth sense even rang in his head, like an alarm clock he forgot about setting. It didn't tell him explicitly BEES but he knew enough to react to it. Throwing out a wide net of webbing, he ensnared the onrushing horde and tightened them all into a dense sphere with a reel implemented into the core of the webbing rope itself.
He was really getting good with his hands at this point.
With two good rotations, he managed to build up enough momentum to smash the beekeeper into the brick wall and knock him out cold. But with an army of mutants now completely focused on him, their drugged-out fantasies of power suddenly reaching a fever pitch, and their ringleader standing triumphantly in the back, there seemed to be nothing for him to do except fight his way through it all.
Well, that was until he did what he did. Without breaking pose, he shot two webs - one for either side of the crumbling brick facade lining the alleyway. A quick tug was all that was needed to bring it crashing down on top of at least twenty of the freaks. Not necessarily expecting all of them to be knocked senseless by the vulgar display of destruction of public property - especially not the big one at the back - the Spider remained on the defensive for anything tricky to happen.