From within the fog a shaking could be heard.
"Spider Dance."
As the beam cuts through the fog, it would slowly begin to form back. However there was still the large clearing. And as the beam passed where Kalib should've been, it seemed like he vanished.
However, stepping out of the fog and into the clearing was a group of Kalibs. All circling the airborne menace from below.
One would step out further and speak.
"It's going to take more than that to beat me. I've covered civil wars you know!"
All the Kalibs' visors would begin to glow orange as they stared up at the man, they would then slowly raise their right arms up in unison. The spiders on their wrists would lift rheir back legs and begin rubbing them against their rear.
"Hawk Gatling: Lock On!"
The spiders would all begin to launch razor sharp needles at astonishing speed. Should the Social Warrior try and dodge, they'd find it hard to out maneuver ten men with homing shots.
