The three spider-bitten heroes weren't the product of the same spider — not even the same species.
Of the trio, Maguire had the greatest raw strength, but was a little behind in agility.
Garfield's strength was the weakest, but his speed and nimbleness were unmatched.
Holland was the most balanced of the three.
Still, in pure power, none of them — on their own — could match the Lizard.
None, except Maguire with the Ox Talisman.
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Holland was darting around Dr. Curt Connors, using his agility to stay just ahead of the monster's claws.
Then the Lizard's tail lashed out like a whip, catching Holland completely off guard and sending him flying.
He was about to smash into a wall when a strong arm caught him mid-air — Garfield, now suited up.
Beneath his mask, Holland's jaw nearly dropped.
"Let's finish this guy first," Garfield said quickly.
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The sight of two Spider-Men made the Lizard blink in shock.
"What? Impossible! There can't be two Spider-Men!"
But with the serum flooding his system, most of his reason was gone, replaced by brute rage.
He charged again. Holland, still baffled by his double, didn't hesitate to rush him. Garfield followed a heartbeat later.
And while the "Spider-Bros" were about to throw down with the giant reptile, what was Bully Maguire doing?
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In the restroom, Maguire had just finished "releasing saline solution" — and after that little soul-shaking relief, stepped to the mirror.
The reflection looking back was a black-suited, dangerous-looking figure with a grin that could sell trouble wholesale.
"Damn… am I getting more handsome?" he murmured. "This is a problem. Annoying."
The thought brought a spark of mischief, and he suddenly remembered the *Bully Maguire* signature dance.
So, in front of the mirror, he started grooving — awkward moves, devilish stares, and an aura of sheer cocky dominance.
Yes… *this* was the feeling.
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A thin wall away, Garfield and Holland had just launched the Lizard into the air with a double hit — sending him hurtling toward… the restroom.
Still lost in the rhythm, Maguire's spider-sense flared.
The wall exploded inward as the green-scaled body of Connors burst through, hurtling straight for him.
Fun time interrupted.
Anger flashed in Maguire's eyes.
A white sphere of quake-energy bloomed in his palm.
One punch.
The air cracked audibly, shattering under the force.
The Lizard didn't even register what had happened before he was flying back the way he came — faster than he'd entered.
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Garfield and Holland stopped mid-step, stunned.
"Did he… just move faster?" one of them muttered, watching Connors' sudden return trip.
The Lizard smashed into the floor, plowing a deep trench into the tile. The friction shredded his scales and left raw flesh exposed; the shockwave from the hit had rattled his insides nearly to paste.
If not for his monstrous regeneration, that single punch would've sent him straight to meet his maker.
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Feeling the damage, and remembering the terrifying force in that split second, Connors' mind clicked.
*There's someone here more dangerous than both these spiders… I can't win.*
Without another word, the Lizard bolted.
Holland and Garfield glanced at each other, then took off in pursuit.
Maguire, having wrapped up his graceful performance, watched them go and shook his head.
"Pathetic. Two on one and you still can't catch a lizard."
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