[ The very instant that thought crosses Héctor's mind, Peter glimmers again. Gold rippling through him, his silhouette seeming to flake briefly. This time that shimmer seems to unsteady him a bit, dizzying him at a critical moment. The claws sink in, bringing him back to himself with a cry of pain; the flicker disappears again and he's back to normal. He flails for the roof as Fisher drags him down, bloodying his fingers as he digs them into the into the roof tiles. At least he's very, very good at sticking; it buys Héctor a precious moment to go after the claw with his screwdriver.
There's something profoundly both profoundly wrong with and profoundly right about getting saved by someone equipped only with a screwdriver. He can at least add to the blow by kicking at Fisher, trying to make the thing let go.
They - need help. It's clear Peter isn't strong enough to fight this thing, especially if it's going to come back and start eating people. And if Peter can't beat him, Héctor sure can't. ]
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There's something profoundly both profoundly wrong with and profoundly right about getting saved by someone equipped only with a screwdriver. He can at least add to the blow by kicking at Fisher, trying to make the thing let go.
They - need help. It's clear Peter isn't strong enough to fight this thing, especially if it's going to come back and start eating people. And if Peter can't beat him, Héctor sure can't. ]