A Story Teller
"Cool thanks. Now scram." He said watching them run off. "I want Elsa shorts." He said off handedly to himself.The guy with the mohawk who was grasping onto the group's loot, took a step back as he looked up at his two mates get flunged like nothing and webbed to the wall. he looked back to the one that was trying to cut and stab and this point even try to land a punch or a kick at the suited guy. "....man we should just give him the loot.....the dude said he had the strength of a spider.....spiders are weak tiny things....but he tossed up the guys like they were dolls and now they are up there how will we even get them down!.." he said freaking out a bit his macho persona starting to escape him as he looked up to his friends in web cocoons. "chill dude....stop being such a baby....fine...Spiderman.....dude....give him the bag..." he gestures at the guy in the mohawk as he slips away his pocket knife. The mohawk guy tossed the bag at Peter.
Mira covered her mouth as she giggled at Ben's reaction. She enjoyed the confidence he had in himself.
Erza just stood there arms crossed dealing with her own inner turmoil as she just watched Jason do his own weird thing and a door appeared in front of them leading towards Faron Woods.
Ben shrugged. "So then there are survivors?" He asked. "A few." Harold said.
"Let's go." Jason said walking through.