"Is it just me or is it getting colder?" I ask.

"Just you." Scarlet says.

I wince as I take another step. I'm getting tired all of a sudden. My brain is moving slower and slower. I don't know why... however it's probably the sword. I accidentally slip. I slam into the ground. Scarlet turns. He walks over.

"Jeez you're getting clumsy. Are you feeling okay?" Scarlet asks.

"Eh... sort of." I get up.

"I'm gonna try to pull it out again." Scarlet says.

"Okay..." I speak. 

He touches it but it blasts him again and this time I fall to the ground. I felt more pain. I feel something lurching out of my throat. I pull my mask up slowly. I cough up something. I see red liquid on the floor.

"Yeah, I'm guessing that's not good at all." Scarlet says.

"Nope." I pull my mask down. 

"We should probably rest now." Scarlet says.

"Good idea." My voice trails off.

He helps me up. He rests me on a wall. 

"Why can't I take this bloody thing out?" Scarlet growls.

"Maybe it just likes me and hates you." I joke.

"Maybe the pain is making you crazy." Scarlet hisses.

"Mmm..." I turn.

"Spider-Man?" Scarlet looks at me.