Doc Ock Flips a Van

	Illumination enveloped him. His mind was too addled to realize that he was standing in the middle of the street, a van bearing down on him. The tentacles waved around in confusion as well, mirroring his scattered thoughts. He heard the brakes squealing, realized on a primal level that he was about to die, because the van was practically on top of him. And that core fear for his own survival triggered his basic fight-or-flight instinct. There was no time to flee. So instinctively he fought.
	The thought became deed, and the tentacles moved in perfect coordination as they whipped forward and slammed as one into the van. It flipped over onto its side and lay still, save for its spinning wheels.
The man in the front cab called for help. Octavius ignored him. Instead, he just stood there, taking it all in.