Relay misses them, zipping past without a touch as she swerves too far left. She stumbles to a stop, spins around (an evil smile on her face) and tries again.

Nobody morphs his arm into a mob of spaghetti-like strands and stretches them into her haphazard path. She cannot course-correct, and runs directly into these fleshy tendrils, and they tangle up around her body.

Relay flails – tripping, skidding and tumbling forward, yanking Nobody along with her. They both come to a stop onto the pavement just a foot from each other.