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Death Fury: True.

Chapter 39: Goblin Games

(Unknown location, a few days later)

Director Fury grunted as he was pushed onto gravel ground. He groaned as he rolled on the ground. He'd had little to drink and eat the past few days since he'd been captured. His eyes growled as the sunlight blared against his face. The rays of the burning sun blazed in his face. Suddenly, the roar of several squalling voices.

'Goddamn it…' Director Fury groaned in realization of his predicament.

He looked around him as he stood up. A huge mass of Goblins stood and cheered in the uncompleted construction areas. He looked around and saw several guards spread out around the area, blasters in their hands. In the air, several squads of Goblins on gliders were positioned as sentries. Several feet away he saw a pile of crowbars, mallets, hammers, etc. Above the other horrific hollering voices Fury heard two distinct cackles. He looked up to see the Green Goblin and Hobgoblin standing at the very top of a high construct, the sun at their backs. Their faces spread wide with sadistic, cruel grins.

"Son of a bitch…great…" Director Fury groaned under his breath.

"Today my people! We will have our great entertainment! We have our prize fighter facing off against the leader of our enemy!" The Green Goblin called out, hands out to either side and voice echoing through the site.

The horde roared in excitement in response, vile glee overcoming them at the thought of a beautiful, savage slaughter was about to begin. The sound of a microphone screeching was heard. Fury looked up to see the device in Hobgoblin's right hand, the device held up to his face.

"In this corner at a mere, pathetic whoever the fuck cares: One-Eye the Obsolete!" Hobgoblin called out, his free hand extending to Fury.

The crowd booed the man, spit flying from their snarling, rabid mouths. Hobgoblin chuckled as footsteps were heard.

"And in this corner, our prize fighter, at 250 pounds, standing six foot three: The Master of Malice, the Agent of Atrocity, the Visionary of Violence, SPIDEY THE SAVAGE!" Hobgoblin squalled in praise.

'God…fucking…damn…it.' Director Fury hissed in his mind at his luck.

The crowd roared with in even greater glee, the notion that their foe would be facing their most brutal brawler. Suddenly there is a whoosh heard. A figure leapt in the air, but the sun blotted it out. Then it landed on the gravel, creating a crack and sending gravel flying. Fury grunted as his covered his face with his hands. He looked up and his one eyes widened then narrowed at the sight: Goblin-Spidey stood before him, his tattered mask clinging to his grotesque face, his costume still in tatters, but now he is wearing an armored suit similar to the Green Goblin's. He has a steel breastplate, pauldrons, and a fauld in the form of a chainmail kilt.

"Prepare to suffer, One-Eye the Obsolete! I will beat you like a drum! I will hang you out like laundry!" Goblin-Spidey proclaimed, pointing at his opponent.

Director Fury's one good eye glared in annoyance and irritation.

"And now! Without any further-" Hobgoblin started to say over the microphone.

Goblin-Spidey leapt up and took the microphone from him, Hobgoblin's eyes widening in surprise. He then landed on the ground, the microphone up to his mouth.

"I am the master mechanic! The Alpha and Omega! I will put a hurting on you boy! I'm gonna tear you up into little shreds! And I'm gonna take those little shreds and tears them up into little shreds!" Goblin-Spidey hollered into the microphone, spit flying from his mouth.

He then threw the microphone up as he began his next ranting, Hobgoblin catching it.

"I will make your mother cry! I will make your aunt Edna from Withershootprosperbarnaby cry!" Goblin-Spidey squalled, fists raised in the air and spit flying from his grotesque mouth.

He then rushed forward, stopping just in front of Director Fury.

"AAARRREE YYYOOUUU RRREEAADDYY FFOORR PPPAAIINNN OONNNEEE-EEYYEE?!" Goblin-Spidey roared in Fury's face with his eyes closed and spit firing out from his mouth.

His mouth then closed and eyes opened, his gaze fierce and directed at Fury as the man kept his one good eye closed while he had hollered and spit.

"You think that's intimidating? I don't fear any man of walking, kid. Fight against the Goblin virus and-" Director Fury started to say, but then was instantly cut off as Goblin-Spidey punched him in his chest.

Director Fury went flying back and hit a wall with a thud. He shook off the hit then glared up at his charging opponent. Goblin-Spidey made a lunge for him, both arms racing forward. However, Fury leapt over him at the last moment. Goblin-Spidey looked up, eyes popping open wide in surprise. He turned and saw Fury landed a few feet behind him. He grunted as he rushed at him, swinging his left fist at him. Fury dodged again, leaping over him with ease. Goblin-Spidey growled as he lunged at Fury, who had landed beside the tools. Director Fury picked up a crowbar. Director Fury swung the metal rod, hitting Goblin-Spidey in the face, the brawler's head thrown back in a twist of pain. Swiftly he jabbed down with his makeshift weapon, hitting his opponent's foot. Goblin-Spidey grabbed his foot and jumped on his other foot, grimacing in pain.

'Why am I able to hit him so easily? Grah, it doesn't matter. Just gotta keep it up before he maims me.' Director Fury grunted in his mind.

Director Fury grunted as he swiftly swung back and forth, the metal rod hitting the brawler's face repeatedly again and again. Goblin-Spidey grunted as he stumbled back then shook his head. His eyes narrowed in irritation then he rushed forward. He growled as he swung down with his fist and literally bent the rod to make it look like a U. Fury's one eye opened wide with shock.

"Ah hell." Director Fury grunted.

His foe chuckled in triumph. Goblin-Spidey let out a squall that sound like a mix of idiotic gibberish as he raised his fists and slammed them down. Fury dodged to the side and then he quickly grabbed both ends of the bent bar. He shouted as he ran forward, swatting his foe's head again and again. Goblin-Spidey hit the ground with a thud.

"This…this is unprecedented. But wait!" Hobgoblin gasped over the microphone.

Goblin-Spidey's eyes suddenly opened violently, his eyes changing to a bloodshot sickly light red. Goblin-Spidey's talons on his hands and feet suddenly extended and sharpened.

"Ohhh yyyesss. It looks like he's gone berserk on us folks! This is it!" Hobgoblin chuckled, the Goblin brawler standing up and his armor suddenly flung off from the building muscles and veins appearing in the visible parts of his sickly green body.

Fury's eyes opened wide with shock.

"WWWWWAAAAAHHHHH! WWWWOOOOOHHHHH!" Goblin-Spidey squalled to the heavens, spit flying from his rabid mouth.

Director Fury's eye suddenly filled with shock and confusion. Goblin-Spidey slammed his hands and feet onto the ground repeatedly then walked around on his feet in erratic motions, hooting and whooping like a mad ape. He suddenly turned to Fury's, his bloodshot eyes locked on the man. Director Fury dropped the bent bar and made a break for the other tools at the side. Goblin-Spidey leapt forward and landed in front of his foe. He moved forward, swiping his right talons then his left hand, then his right then left, right, left, right, left, and right again. He slammed down with both fists, Fury barely dodging out of the way. The man gasped and panted, sweat pouring down his face. Goblin-Spidey swiftly stood up and slashed down with both hands. Fury saw the bar on the ground. Goblin-Spidey grunted as he thrust his left hand forward, but Fury picked up the bar and trapped the hand in it. He twisted it to the left with all his might and his opponent groaned in pain. But the brawler grunted as he slashed with his right hand, the talons leaving four red marks across Fury's left cheek. The man grunted in pain as he landed a few feet away. Fury grunted as he rushed for the tools while his foe tried to pry his hand from its prison. He grabbed a long mallet and turned to see his foe free his hand then rush at him, his grotesque face even more hideous as it twisted with rage. Director Fury bellowed as he lunged forward, swiping the mallet again and again, the hammer end slamming into Goblin-Spidey's face. His foe began to fall, but not before a kick to the torso. Director Fury folded in two, the breath instantly gone from his lungs and his rib cage shaking with pain. But then the Goblin brawler fell to the ground.

"This…is…unbelievable…but not entirely in vain…still...it is not as we hoped…perhaps next time…he shall fall more easily." Hobgoblin gasped and growled, disappointed with how the match turned out.

Before Fury fell into unconsciousness, he saw the hideous, hatred masked faces of the Goblin horde around him. Then he fell into a deep and troubled sleep, falling out of consciousness from the wounds he had gained.

To be continued…