The battle once again spiraled into an escalation with the sudden appearance of two overwhelmingly powerful figures. And once again, Al was saved by what could only be described as his "plot armor"—yet not to preserve his life or grant him victory in combat, but rather to safeguard the fragile veil of his hidden identity.
"Arghhh… what in the world is this thing?!" Rudi growled in frustration. His entire body had been ensnared in a sticky, snow–white web, and now he hung plastered against the cracked wall, completely unable to break free.
The adhesive threads clung mercilessly to his skin and clothing, shimmering faintly as they caught the flickering glow of the unstable ceiling lights. His breathing was ragged and uneven, his chest heaving up and down violently as if each inhalation was filled with anger and helpless despair.
"Oi! Wake up already! Get over here and help me rip this damned thing off!" he bellowed toward Jogo.
But no answer came.
