With great power, comes great responsibility.

I'm no good up close like this, not against someone who knows what the hell they're doing, but there's nothing at my disposal to make fighting at a distance worth my while, so I stand my ground, sinking down lower to use the discrepancy in our size in my favor; without my powers, fighting up high is a lost cause. I've got to focus on what I can do that he can't -- the only problem is, I'm not sure what that actually entails anymore. I can't fight him like a spider, because I no longer have the means to do so, and while I appreciate that that's the point in this exercise -- that that's why I wanted the help in the first place -- it's frustrating.

Anger's been my constant companion for weeks, and I can feel it start to prickle under my skin in place of my nerves, giving me clarity of focus as I go in with another attack, quick and direct -- and, more tellingly for me, silent.