"You know, I actually get asked that a lot." Spider-Man replied easily as he watched the man pick himself back up off the ground. "You'd think people would assume a super hero would, I don't know, stick around to stop the bad guys?" A slight sudden burst of spider sense flared up then and Spidey glanced immediately to the left. Oh, just look who it was. The supposed drug dealer. The jerk was coming at him with that forgotten sword. The very same one he'd just taken away from the other psycho. Was this day going to get any better? Apparently not. The other crazy guy was throwing his own quips Peter's way now. "Be fair..I'm at least at a Brown Recluse level here." Now Spider-Man had to deal with two problems. Both of which were going on at the same time.
"Hey!" Yelped Peter as he dipped to the side of the Dealer's blade swing. "Didn't I just save your life? The thanks you get these days." Spidey was far too busy worrying about the sword swings. He ignored Frank for the moment and tried to focus on the second crook. Well, that was a huge mistake. A trash can struck Spider-Man along the back and sent him rolling past the dealer and down into a bunch of empty beer bottles. "Ooof."