Their gazes locked, but neither made a move— their extra limbs did the fighting for them.
Venom's eight tail-like appendages lashed forward, moving with terrifying speed. Ben's four scythe-ended limbs met them head-on.
CLANG! SLASH!
The battlefield blurred around them as blade clashed against blade, the air itself screaming from the sheer velocity of their strikes.
Ben gritted his teeth. He was losing the exchange—Venom had the numbers advantage. Each attack came at an unpredictable angle, pressing him further and further back.
One tail slipped through.
Slash!
A sharp tip sliced across Ben's cheek, black venom sizzling against his skin. He clicked his tongue in frustration, his mind racing. 'Shit. I can make more, but—'
The thought flickered, but he immediately crushed it.
More limbs wouldn't help him win. They'd only slow him down. This fight wasn't about quantity, it was about control.
Instead of creating more appendages, he changed them.
