47977:Dialog
(Eyes fixed up at the bus top) Mite – Meteor Shower!
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47971:Action
Tranquility flips a stake in her palm, repositioning it with the sharp point inward. Jabbing her hand out, the flat end of the stake clocks Nobody above his ear. He yelps and stumbles sidewides.
47969:Dialog
Tranquility? Looks like I’m not the only one that might need to rethink their code name.
47967:Action
With sharpened wooden stakes in each hand, Tranquility dives from the bus. Nobody quickly turns his left arm into a wide plank shape to intercept her, smacking her away with a swing of his arm. She smacks into the bus and crumbles to the ground. Nobody (his arm returning to normal) leaps over to examine
47964:Dialog
Do we look like ones that came to talk? Tranquility, would you do the honors and get us started?
47960:Text
Outside the impregnable, invisible dome that now encases Lexington Plaza – New York’s finest, a gaggle of reporters and a crowd of spectators – can only watch and wait.
47958:Text
Between the opposing forces, dangling in the bus roof by his buttocks and sleeping like a baby, is Terrain.