Spider-Man swung onto a boat, trying to catch Constrictoro, but it was too late.
Spider-Man left the city, wondering where Constrictoro went.
He began to search. But now, he felt his wound more than he did when fighting.
He had to rest, again. If he had any hope to defeat Constrictoro when they met again.
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Two days later, Spider-Man left the sewers where he had been resting. And upon leaving, he noticed a news statement:
Constrictoro had been sighted, again. Or, at least twelve constricted corpses had been found deep in a nearby forrest.
Spider-Man knew this was probably a signal to him. He knew Constrictoro could easily find a way to hide twelve bodies or at least hide the fact he had been their killer.
He was glad Constrictoro was somewhere unpopulated.
Spider-Man's madness trying to defeat him had made him forget the ones he was saving.
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That night, Spider-Man swung threw trees deep in the forrest he had heard of, searching for his enemy.
There was an explosion and Spider-Man let go of his web to see where it came from.
Across a semi-small circle of half-burned grass and smoke, was Constrictoro. The moonlight shining threw his crystal face.
Spider-Man walked in the edge of where Constrictoro had used a very small military bomb.
Spider-Man took a step forward.
"We cross lines for a final time, now." Said Constrictoro, taking a step forward, himself.
Spider-Man took another step at him.
"You hindered me," Constrictoro continued, stepping again toward Spider-Man.
Spider-Man took two steps forward.
Constrictoro did the same.
"And I hindered you." He said.
Spider-Man took three steps ahead.
"One can only survive for so long." Constrictoro took three steps ahead, as well.
Both froze.
They were inches apart.
"And now," Constrictoro concluded, "We begin, one final time."
Spider-Man jabbed at Constrictoro's face, trying to shatter it.
Constrictoro grabbed both Spider-Man's arm, attempting to break them.
Spider-Man struggled against Constrictoro's strength, his feet digging deep into the soil from his effort.
Spider-Man shot two strings of webbing from his hands, which crossed and then roped around Constrictoro's throat.
Pieces of Constricoro's neck seemed to flip around like a tidal wave and cut the web strings.
Spider-Man lifted his feet, kicking Constrictoro, forcing him to let go for a moment.
Before Constrictoro could attack again, Spider-Man had thrust all strength at him, kicking him into a tree across the circle.
Spider-Man ran up the tree, himself, meeting Constrictoro midway.
Constrictoro was already standing sideways on the trunk, ready to greet him.
Constrictoro slammed two heavy spiked jewels shaped like cannon balls into Spider-Man's sides.
His ribs sounded close to breaking.
Spider-Man grabbed one of the crystal weapons and slammed it over the wielder's head, attempting to crack it.
Constrictoro still wacked the other ball into Spider-Man's back.
Spider-Man felt the spikes tear skin and blood ooze.
Constrictoro gained both weapons back and whirled them at Spider-Man's eyes.
Both lenses shattered, glass cut threw his eyes, but didn't blind him.
He wrestled with the two weapons before quickly creating web torpedoes and shooting large numbers of them at Constrictoro.
The tree was breaking apart from the impact.
The tree fell as Spider-Man and Constrictoro still fought madly on it.
They leaped off it, landing on another tree, and then another.
Constrictoro used a buzz saw-like device for a palm, and sawed off a tree limb and then launched it at Spider-Man.
Spider-Man shot onto another tree to miss it, before swinging quickly around it, and back on the tree that housed his enemy.
Constrictoro sawed right above him; causing half of the tree to come off and tip down onto Spider-Man.
Spider-Man fell with it, crushed under it's weight.
When he got up, bruised, he shot several more web torpedoes at the tree half with Constrictoro, causing the rest of it to burst into shards.
Constrictoro fell down with the rubble, attacking Spider-Man with full speed and success.
Spider-Man swung off to give himself a brief break.
But he saw Constrictoro, below, following him.
He swung faster.
But Constrictoro leaped onto a tree and began leaping threw them, now colliding once more with Spider-Man.
They dueled on his web before Spider-Man let go, causing them to fall into another tree.
Both giving all they're effort and more they're energy, they fought. Tree threw tree.
Constrictoro spun, shooting logs like arrows into Spider-Man.
Making both arms into knives, he caught Spider-Man, and sliced and jabbed at him.
Spider-Man felt cut after cut. He was going to die, this time.
He shot a web, not at Constrictoro, but down threw the tree limb; forming a hole for him alone to fall threw.
He landed on his feet. And saw a large power station in the woods.
Constrictoro flipped down and attacked Spider-Man, again.
Spider-Man ran where the power station was, trying to gain a bit of time to fight back.
Constrictoro zoomed far faster and stood in front of one of the building's walls.
Spider-Man now charged, not sure if he should have.
Constrictoro leaped up, gripped Spider-Man, and slammed him into the wall.
It broke, revealing unstable electrical wiring.
Constrictoro couldn't be electrocuted, but Spider-Man could.
He threw Spider-Man into it, again.
Spider-Man formed a shield-like web that barley barricaded him from the electricity.
But the web was starting to crumble.
Constrictoro pushed Spider-Man harder into it.
Spider-Man shot a second web into the wiring and thrust the cables out and over his shoulder.
Devastation.
The grass, wood, sticks, and leaves went ablaze. Getting worse every second.
The fire going from yellow to orange, the from orange to deep orange, then to blinding blue.
His reflexes reminded him Constrictoro was still fighting him.
Turning to him, ignoring the flames that engulfed them, they fought once more.
Every hit with entire dedication. Every lunge with absolute calculation.
Spider-Man felt he may die from the heat.
Constrictoro picked Spider-Man up and threw him into the vibrating heat of the field of blue fire.
There was nothing to cling onto. There was no place he could web.
He aimed the heals of his shoes onto the flames, before leaping backwards as far as possible.
He could feel he was on fire before he crashed back into the power station.
He shot webs which curled around himself, putting out the flames.
He tour off the burned webbing.
He had been injured deeply.
He only half-saw Constrictoro walking toward him, picking him up with one grip, and throwing him into the flames, once more.
With nothing else to shoot, he shot two webs which caught and curled around Constrictoro.
He pulled them.
Constrictoro was launched into the flames, instead.
Spider-Man collided again with the soil, and shot to his feet.
The fire neither burned, nor harmed Constrictoro in anyway.
Constrictoro walked to the edge of the blue flames, but did not leave them.
He was waiting for Spider-Man to come for him.
While waiting, he threw pieces of the blue fire at him.
Spider-Man just barley ducked, his energy drained.
Stepping forward, Spider-Man went forward, right up to Constrictoro, allowing him the advantage.
They continued the fight, once more.
Constrictoro attacking everywhere, but trying to pull Spider-Man into the flames with him whenever he attacked back.
Spider-Man's feet and legs could hardly stand or survive from the heat.
The blue flames shown threw Constrictoro alarmingly clearly.
Constrictoro aimed a fierce jab at Spider-Man.
Spider-Man leaped to the ground to miss it.
This was a dangerous decision.
The heat of the flames scorched his already burned body.
He got back up.
Constrictoro looked a lot clearer. His green color was so light; you would have thought he had a light blue shade from the light of the fire.
Constrictoro seemed to notice it, too, and stepped out of the blue flames.
Spider-Man attacked Constrictoro, who's surface was now shiny; almost like it was liquid frozen mid-flow.
When he hit him, he felt hollow.
Spider-Man had heard Constrictoro was birthed by crystals being heated at high temperatures. If brought back to these temperatures, his form would be lost. The crystals would loose stability as they did when they took his form.
Constrictoro fell back towards the fire, and stood back up facing him. His back to the flames, but still close to them.
He seemed to be growing more hollow by the second. He soon became a thin shell.
Spider-Man wondered why he didn't run, but then it seemed Constrictoro could no longer move.
He stood there, just glaring at Spider-Man.
Glaring at him, even as his frame, unable to support him any longer, broke apart.
His pieces stabbed into the ground. The flames soon joined the ground where the shards stood, and then consumed all that was left of Constrictoro.