Ben dodges away from the first guy, only to have the second grab him from behind in a bear-hug and pull him off the ground. He tries to slam his head back into the man's face, but the bastard has him held fast.
At least...until Ben's clothes start to slither of their own accord, turning black as they cover his nose and mouth. He flexes once and the man's arms pop open like a spring lock and he drops to the concrete in a crouch.
"You're all dead men." Venom snarls, leaping at the first mugger.
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