Decoding the Grid

Spider-Man thinks he can trap me with his pathetic street runes?! Delusional! I stormed down the driveway to patrol the perimeter and halted right before a series of glaring pink and blue chalk squares drawn across the asphalt. A blatant geometric containment grid designed to sap my ultimate velocity! Unacceptable! I refused to step inside the numbered death trap. Instead, I grabbed a chunky piece of gravel and dragged it furiously across the neon lines, gouging deep scratches through the enemy markings! Dust kicked up against my boots as I scattered grey grit over the chalk until the pattern was completely severed. His trap is disarmed—nobody boxes me in!