Night Terror throws up his left arm, blocking the pointed spike that Tranquility plunges down at his chest. He reaches back, attempting to grab her head, but she smacks his hand away.

She swings her weapon into his forearm, but his kevlar lined sleeve causes her wooden stake to splitter apart. He reaches back again, this time grabbing the fabric on her back. He yanks her over his head. She rolls with it – somersaulting to pop right back up, leaving them face-to-face.