UltimateSaiyanEddy

Awesome.

Damn, I remember that sprite series.

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Everyone could only stand in shock as they bore witness to what was in front of them: a ferocious Symbiote warrior, not quite the same the Klyntar of the 616 universe, but still formidable. Velma stepped forward in an attempted to calm their friend down, only for Gwenom to slash a claw forward, breaking Velma's glasses in the process. It became clear Gwen wasn’t quite home at the moment as this new being leaped into the night.

The city was quiet, bathed in flickering neon lights that reflected off puddles from a recent rain. Gwenom moved through the streets, her form blending in with the darkness. Her movements were no longer the acrobatic swings of Ghost-Spider. They were something more primal. More feral.

Her spider-sense remained intact as it buzzed faintly, guiding her through the empty streets toward an unseen destination. Every step brought her closer to the pulse of energy she could feel thrumming beneath the city’s surface. And then, a flash of neon light cut through the darkness.

A streak of pink energy tore through the air, striking the pavement ahead of her and sending debris flying. Gwenom stopped, her head tilting as the Symbiote tendrils quivered in anticipation. Then, a figure emerged from the shadows. Neon light danced across her skin as she walked. Her hair swayed with her every step, and a mischievous grin played on her lips. It was Abigail "Fetch" Walker, the Neon Conduit.

The fight began before Gwenom had a chance to think. Fetch was fast. Too fast. She moved like a blur of light, her neon powers cutting through the darkness with ease. Gwenom twisted and leapt, her Symbiote tendrils lashing out in frustration as Fetch phased through them with ease. The street exploded with bursts of color and sound, each of Fetch’s attacks leaving behind glowing traces of energy. And with all the neon decor around then, Fetch hardly ran out of juice.

But Gwenom was relentless. She moved with animalistic precision, dodging Fetch’s strikes and countering with powerful, lashing tendrils. Her claws scraped across the pavement as she lunged, each movement growing more aggressive, more desperate. Fetch shifted her powers, summoning a neon bolt in her hands that doubled as a sword. But Gwenom caught the blade with her claws, sparks literally flying as the two forces clashed.

Fetch pulled back, but Gwenom was faster. As Fetch attempted to finish her off with a neon singularity orb, Gwenom darted back and forth to evade it, soon wrapping Fetch in dark tendrils and pinning her to the ground. Gwenom loomed over her, the shadows twisting and shifting around her like a living nightmare. The Symbiote’s hunger surged to the surface. Gwenom leaned in closer, her mask peeling back just enough to reveal sharp, monstrous fangs. The Symbiote had no intention of letting Fetch go. It wanted to consume her.

But just then, for a moment, Gwen’s consciousness fought its way to the surface. Her hands trembled, claws retracting slightly as she struggled to regain control. The Symbiote hissed in protest, resisting her every effort to stop. With a shaky hand, Gwen reached for her Dimensional Travel Watch. The portal flickered to life, its soft glow casting eerie shadows across Fetch’s terrified face. The Symbiote roared in frustration, but Gwen forced her hand down, shoving Fetch into the portal before it could strike.

The portal closed. Fetch was gone. Gwenom collapsed to her knees, her body trembling with exhaustion. The Symbiote writhed angrily, the hunger still gnawing at her mind, but her strength was gone. Her vision blurred, and darkness began to close in around her.

Before she could fall completely, an unfamiliar presence emerged from the shadows. Hooves clicked softly against the pavement.

The figure stepped closer, his form half-shrouded in darkness. It was Stygian, the former Pony of Shadows. His eyes glowed faintly, reflecting the neon lights of the city as he regarded the fallen girl with quiet curiosity and empathy.

Without a word, he lifted Gwenom’s unconscious body, his magic swirling around them like smoke. The shadows embraced them both, and together, they vanished into the night.