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Look, up on the roof!

It's black and white!

It's drooling!

It's Venom! A rather bored-looking Venom, judging from his posture. He's perched atop one of the roof's corners and peering around, attempting to spot anything particularly interesting and failing thus far.

"We'll find something to amuse ourselves with eventually," he says, seeming to be talking to no one at all. "Even if there aren't any fairies around here, we should be able to find something else richly deserving a lesson in letting the innocent be. All we must do is wait."

He returns to peering around the Cooper farm, still looking for something that's more interesting than monologuing.

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"Fine by us!" Venom says, sounding far too cheerful as he suddenly shoots a webline at Sam's feet, aiming to snag on and yank his feet out from under him.

It's clobberin' ti-oh, wait, that catchphrase is somebody else's.

Sam wasn't aware they were using powers for this!

But he can run with that. The webline hasn't quite reached Sam's feet by the time he dissolves into gold mist, floating upwards and slowly arcing outwards to form wings, then talons, until there's a glowing, misty bird with wings the length of a house looming over Venom.

There's a flash from somewhere where it's chest would be and mist turns abruptly to flame.

If there's one thing symbiotes hate almost as much as sonics, it's fire. They come from the Frankenstein's monster school of thought on that topic, and it's very obvious in the way that tendrils suddenly sprout off his costume, waving madly. While it's not actually said, the 'OH SHIT' is very heavily implied.

Venom decides to scuttle for the relative safety of the house's side, trying to figure out his next best plan of attack.

The bird folds in on itself, becoming a flare of red and gold before settling into Sam's form, down in front of the house.

He starts making his way around towards Venom.

Venom, meanwhile, has calmed down considerably, judging by the lack of frantically waving tendrils. Now he's laying in wait, watching Sam. For a few moments, he doesn't move, just watching Sam, tensing-and then springing, aiming to pounce on Sam.

Sam turns a moment too late.

"Oomf!"

Venom manages to grin wider-take that, mr. hellish-bird-of-fire! He aims a punch at Sam's head, avoiding using his claws for the moment. 'We accidently ripped his face off while sparring' probably wouldn't be believed, if such a thing happened. Better to play it safe.

Sam grunts, slightly, shoving upwards to push Venom away. He's remarkably strong - Moreso than he really has any right to be.

Venom isn't expecting that strength, and finds himself being pushed back. He steps back further, growling, as he begins to circle around Sam, trying to figure out his next move-and if Sam will make anything burst into flames again.

Sam grins, circling around also.

Eventually he leaps for Venom, throwing a punch towards his face. Above mouth level - He doesn't want his hand eaten.

"Grah!" Venom, apparently, is none too happy about being socked right in the eyepatch.

And while, Sam's arm might be above Venom's mouth, that doesn't stop Venom from trying to change that. His tongue snakes out and tries to wrap around Sam's arm, in hopes of being able to yank it towards all those nasty, pointy teeth.

Okay, Sam forgot about the tongue.

There's a surprised yelp as his arm gets yanked down.

Venom's response to yelp is to just snarl and twist his head around in hopes of biting down at the arm-his current angle isn't great for it.

Sam swears, loudly, as Venom bites his arm.

He swings around his other arm to punch at Venom's stomach - Maybe if he hits Venom hard enough, he'll let go?

Sure enough, the punch in the stomach is enough to loosen Venom's grip. He lets go of the arm and punches back in reflex-but seeing as it's not particularly well aimed, the odds that the punch will connect are iffy.

Sam leans out of the way of it, taking a step back to circle Venom, just out of arm's reach.

Venom watches Sam for a moment as he's circled, then thwips out another web line-hoping that this one doesn't burst into flames like the last.

Sam wasn't expecting that. He probably should have, but he'd thought that Venom wouldn't want to risk getting another flamey-bird-attack.

There's a cheerful yelp as the web line connects.

If there's one thing one should remember about Venom in a fight-he's willing to press his luck. As soon as the web line connects, he grabs the line and yanks it in attempt to drag Sam closer.

Sam stumbles towards Venom, fingers sparking as he attempts to use his powers and finds that they have, rather inconveniently, cut out.

The failed attempt just makes Venom grin even larger than normal. "You seem to have a problem." And then he swings a fist towards Sam's head.

"Seems so." Sam is rather annoyed that they couldn't have cut out at a more convenient time.

That doesn't mean he's going to call of the sparring, however, even if that punch did send him stumbling (as much as he can when web lined) and really hurts.

Venom tilts his head to the side. "And you want to keep going?" This is Venom being polite. If it was a normal fight, he'd just continue gleefully beating on Sam.

Sam considers this. On the one hand, if his powers return he'll be able to make a good comeback, and there's a good chance they might. On the other hand, right now he's a regular human, and Venom is superpowered.

"Yeah, sure. Don't see why not. I'll heal up quickly."

Venom shrugs, sounding cheerful again. "Your choice!" Then he yanks on the webline again, planning to drag Sam in for another punch.