[Michael, hearing that muttered curse, assumes his web has struck true. He smiles and, for all that he still can't see very well, stalks into the cloud of fog. It's thick enough to hide him, too, but he's making no effort towards stealth. He's still talking, light and menacing.]
I can't make any promises, but I'm willing to bet you'll be dead by the end of -
[And that's about when he trips over Alex's prone body and just falls flat on his face.]
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[Michael, hearing that muttered curse, assumes his web has struck true. He smiles and, for all that he still can't see very well, stalks into the cloud of fog. It's thick enough to hide him, too, but he's making no effort towards stealth. He's still talking, light and menacing.]
I can't make any promises, but I'm willing to bet you'll be dead by the end of -
[And that's about when he trips over Alex's prone body and just falls flat on his face.]