Re: log: carnage comes home
Peter had no desire to be eaten. Gwen hadn't either, obviously, but he tried not to think about that—how she'd probably fought, and it hadn't been enough. No. No. He wasn't going down like this. "No thanks," he spat, as Carnage came his way, "I have boundary issues. Red-goopy-tentacle-things off." The symbiote was fast, which meant there wasn't room for mistakes. At all. One misstep and it'd be the opportunity Carnage needed to sink his claws into the over-sized spider.
Okay, so Venom turning into a puddle of black ooze was less than reassuring—he had no idea if it was good or bad. Maybe he was, like, healing? Regenerating? A second later, he had his answer. Venom let out some kind of scream and hurdled towards Carnage, and Peter? Peter got out of the way. Which was a good thing, because if he'd been a few seconds slower he would've been knocked down along with his wall.
(If Carnage didn't get there first, Aunt May was going to kill him.)
Getting out of the way seemed smart, since Carnage and Venom were locked in some kind of death grip battle royale and his house was one of the casualties. Sure, he could grab a lighter, put together a makeshift flamethrower, but what if he ended up hurting Venom too? The best thing to do, he thought, was help Venom out in his quest to tear Carnage apart. Snikt, rapid fire, he tried to use his webs to immobilize the symbiote and keep it still.