Web of Deception: The Webbed Avenger

Chapter Forty-three: Showdown

EPISODE SIX: COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITY  

"Why are you doing this?!" Stiles asked as he and Derek traded blows in the middle of the street.

"I don't have a choice!" Derek growled menacingly as he slashed at Stiles as he jumped backwards out of the way.

"You need a manicure, yeesh!" the teen chuckled nervously as he jumped up and spun, kicking him in the jaw sending the werewolf crashing backwards onto the concrete.

"Enough.  With.  The.  Jokes!" the werewolf hissed launching forward, claws aimed at Stiles' chest, and he had seen this coming from a mile away.   With a flick of his wrist, Stiles sent a strand of web out, connecting with Derek's chest, and once he had a hold, a smile could be seen through the torn mask.

Pulling the web Stiles spun, sending Derek into a giant web spiral that even dizzied the robbers watching.  As Stiles felt his Web Rush ability start, his eyes fell upon a group of the robbers and smiled as he slung the web line towards them, sending a wolf rocket right at them.  As Derek crashed into them Stiles was reminded of bowling, and immediately laughed.

"Strike 3!  You're out!" he cackled, doing the umpire motion before leaping towards the robbers, ripping a door off of the garbage truck nearby and smashed it into the werewolf to keep him down for another couple of seconds.  Stiles shot two webs onto the ground and soared down with a kick that rendered a robber unconscious, and threw his elbow back into the truck hard enough to pin another gunman between the truck and a car.  "We're not done yet pal."

Doing a flip over the truck, Stiles freed the man, and headbutted him, sending him crashing to the floor.  A shot of web and he was pinned down as well.  There were still seven of these guys roaming around, and now their attention was on him.  A growl came from behind him and Stiles sighed... make that eight.

The werewolf's hand grasped the back of his neck and lifted him into the air.  Stiles poked his head around and looked at him with a sheepish grin.  "Is now the right time to say there's something stuck in your teeth?"

Derek just smiled menacingly at him, showing more teeth if that was possible.  "My what sharp teeth you have grandmother," he chuckled, misquoting Red Riding Hood, before the werewolf rolled his eyes and sent him flying across the street.

He could hear the gasps coming from the people watching, and as he did he also felt his Spider Sense go off.  He looked down towards the street as he landed on the wall, standing on his feet to see Derek grabbing the very car door that Stiles himself had hit the werewolf with.

"Oh karma you cruel mistress..." Stiles lowered his head as he rolled out of the way, upwards towards the rooftop while Derek launched onto the bottom of the wall, clinging with only his claws.  "So this is what we're doing huh?  Come on boy, come here!"

Stiles stood his ground, watching every move the werewolf made as he propelled himself up the wall using only his claws as grip.  The speed was incredible, even for a supernatural creature.  Stiles clenched his fists and ran down the wall towards him.  They had twenty floors between them, and Stiles knew this probably looked like it belonged in a superhero film to be completely honest.

Letting his feet leave the glass foothold, Stiles flew down towards Derek, and to get more momentum he used a web to pull his body downwards as he pulled back his fist with all of his strength behind it.