Venom growls, motioning to a series of cups on the table, before flicking inky black tendrils from his form to topple them over. Afterwards, his tendrils line them back up once more. “Now… you do… Imp can fight!” He encourages, while Brocks laugh and voice echoes from within his head. Brock teases. “Look at you teaching a kitten how to be useful in a fight.” Venom hisses. “Shhh! Imp brave! Imp has symbiote now… Imp, show you can!” He lifts a finger, pointing insistently.
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