“Terrible you say? Well then, I suppose I’ll just have to find another way...” His claws began the reckless scraping against brick once again, and the fingernails running against a chalkboard sound filled the air, now louder than ever. “I bet your friends would. But I just don’t know…” he drew out the last sentence, while putting a black finger to the corner of his mouth in mock consideration. “I honestly don’t think that they’d gain anything…pleasant if they decided on a quick bite.”
The overturned survey of the green skinned woman was intense, but when her bizarre, murderous plants began to creep up, approaching him with outstretched vines, it was obvious that he had turned to contemplating them instead of their mistress. The claws grew still and soundless and he cocked his head in thought.
He was still and didn’t give away any visible intentions of moving, and his noiseless, tranquil pose could have fooled anybody who was watching, into believing that he wouldn’t take immediate action. But when a stringing of web shot from his hand to attach itself to a nearby streetlight, Venom swung himself down and onto his feet gracefully, rapidly.
When he landed he was standing close to her, so close in fact, that she’d be able to reach out and touch him without straining herself. “Do you really want those plants of yours withering and dyeing before your very eyes? Because I bet, that I could be the cause of that.”