Homo Superior

*With the healing factor taking care of his injury, Mac lumbers forward, picking up more pieces of rubble as he goes, flinging them haphazardly.*

*is now prepared for the rubble flinging, and is able to catch it in a field and whip the pieces back at Venom* I know I am better than you, and I know that my bones are harder to break but I won't overtax you with the details of that right now.

They’re nothin’. And that goes same for you.

Is that any way to address your betters? *begins reaching out, finding more objects he can use*

*Seeing Magneto moving forward, Gargan goes to meet him, growing in size, drool dripping from the symbiote’s fangs. He swats the Asgardian away with the tail, grinning in a  feral manner.*

*lands and sizes Venom up, one eyebrow arching slightly* I'm a little old for playing. I plan to subdue you. And so ingratiate myself to the gods, or something. *waves hand disinterestedly* Of course if these so-called deities can be bested by a creature such as you, one wonders how much benefit there is in godliness.

*Mac Gargan is a man of simple tastes. He has a taste for destruction the symbiote is more than willing to amplify. And that suits him just fine, tearing through Asgardians as if they were made of tissue paper.*

*The chaos is in full-swing as they descend, Erik himself eschewing a parachute in favor of flying*