"Vamos! Vamos, vamos, vamos!" It's less a command and more a fearful chant. He dares glance back, grateful to see Peter behind him but far less so to see the monster chasing after.

He flinches as wood splinters and the thing roars but he doesn't stop. They're moving fast but it's going to catch up to them. He's got an idea. Two, but he hopes he can hold off on plan b.

"Peter! If you've got your web shooters you have to shoot him! Aim for his eyes! Make sure he doesn't see us!" And if he doesn't... if he doesn't he hopes he can find the strength to do this and keep running.