Peter Parker fell at great speed toward the streets of New York.
He shot a web, blindly, into the air.
It caught on something.
Peter's arm strained as he held to the web, stopping himself in midair. Far below the place he had fallen; far above where the street should be.
He looked down to see fumes thickly covering everything below him.
The object that fell eighty stories was still working.
He lifted himself up a few inches as the fumes nearly touched his face.
He inhaled.
The feeling he of faintness engulfed his mind. He slumped upside down, still clutching his web.
Fighting to stay awake, he pulled on the web and flung himself above the fog.
He then realized what his web had caught onto.
Constrictoro stood there, feet stabbing into the side of the building, calmly holding the web. Waiting for Peter to faint or die from the fumes.
Constrictoro now simply let go of it.
Peter quickly shot two strings of webbing onto a higher story and shot toward it.
Constrictoro leaped instantly into the air, toward Peter.
Peter reached his destination and clung to the class window, breathing in oxygen. His head clearing.
Constrictoro shot into Peter and took him up with him, trying to kill Peter at every chance.
They both soared into a third object.
The Green Goblin twisted his glider upside down so that Constrictoro and Peter were right side up.
The Goblin laughed between them, his glider spinning out of control.
Constrictoro grabbed the Goblin's reflective mask from behind, trying to remove it.
The glider went completely vertical from this attack.
Peter clung his feet to the edge, the rest of him falling back from the speed.
Constrictoro lunged at Peter, forcing him to step back, onto the other side.
Constrictoro stretched out foot long claws that gripped around Peter's head as he morphed his other hand into a hatchet which he slung.
Peter flipped onto the other side of the glider, Constrictoro's claws still tightening over his head.
Constrictoro stepped to that side, too, slinging a hatchet which met silver.
The Green Goblin bent on the piece of crystal. The two struggled for a few instances before Peter flipped a web cord around Constrictoro's throat and pulled him back.
The Goblin pulled out a pumpkin bomb and switched it on.
"I've heard the only thing that can defeat you is high temperatures." Said the Goblin, pawing the orange orb in his silver hand. "And, perhaps... powerful explosions."
Peter could see by Constrictoro's mannerisms, even though he had destroyed the weakness of fire, he could still be defeated by an explosion of this magnitude.
The Goblin threw it at Constrictoro.
Constrictoro's neck lost structure, for a second, as his head slipped right threw the cord Peter held him with.
Constrictoro reattached an instant later, as he leaped off the glider and into the sky, opposite the building.
Peter realized the bomb was now heading strait for himself.
Peter leaped too, off the glider, and toward the side of building.
He shot a web at the now free pumpkin bomb and swung it at Constrictoro.
Constrictoro actually caught it from across the spinning glider and thrust it back where it came from.
The glider crashed into Peter from the Goblin's haste to move out of the way.
The side of the building burst.
While dodging rubble with his fast reflexes, the Goblin still managed to step hard on the hand that was gripping the front of his glider.
Peter then felt the fog, that had been so far below earlier, drift up into his mask.
He tried to look down, but all he could see were fumes.
He pushed the glider up, sending it into a vertical direction, again.
Peter released pumpkin bomb after pumpkin bomb, himself, thrusting them all at Constrictoro.
Constrictoro allowed himself to fall into the fumes to get out of the way.
Peter continued throwing bombs into the mist, wishing one might hit him mid-fall.
Faint explosions could be heard.
He was so intend on killing Constrictoro, he didn't react in time to the Goblin lifting him up by the finger and throwing him threw a window of the building.
His head collided with carpet.
"I only have two of these bombs left with me," The Goblin said, "And I'm not about to waste either of them."
He shot one of the two into his hand, and activated it.
"This one will be put to good use," He said, and threw it at great speed to Peter.
Peter only briefly heard something run across the room, before the Lizard leapt over him, and into the Goblin.
The Goblin was knocked off his glider; the pumpkin bomb was knocked off direction.
The Lizard's forked tung thrashed around the swift wind in it's fury.
It tackled the Goblin, midair, spitting in rage.
It's bites and claws left no mark on the Goblin's silver armor, however.
The Goblin released a knifed fist at the Lizard, but the creature's ability to heal fast from almost any injury gave it no reason to take notice.
The Lizard climbed behind the Goblin, pulling both silver arms back with it's massive strength.
It gripped its teeth against the semi-long back of the Goblin's helmet, and pulled it back further, trying to break his neck.
Constrictoro shot back up, into the night sky, knocking against the Goblin so hard the Lizard had to let go.
The Goblin now took hold of the pumpkin bomb that had sped off direction and threw it down into the Lizard.
The Lizard only had a second to react, which wasn't long enough for it to move away, midair.
The bomb exploded.
A reptilian skeleton could be seen falling, down, threw the fumes.
Peter realized how high the fumes were going, and realized he had to warn Mary Jane.
Wishing the Green Goblin would take care of Constrictoro with his last remaining bomb; Peter leaped into the air, landing on a smaller building, beside the Empire State's.