Sure that might work, Relay. Or with all the debris he’s whipping around, you end up bloody in the street and we switch to a hostage situation. The point of the last two months was for the four of us to learn how to work together, with a plan, and not just react to the […]
Got the lady out of the Honda, and the paper guy’s at the med-tent. So it’s just him and us now. I say I jump the bus, run up there and knock the shit out of him before he knows what hit him. Seriously, Night Terror, we don’t need to turn this into a learning
Nobody (dressed in army pants and a sleeveless hoodie) takes a nonchalant side-step detour, in order to rub a shoulder casually against Relay. She looks at his eyes, unable to see his look of concern concealed behind his old-school hockey mask.
Magmamite takes a step closer, careful not to get too close for the sake of his teammates. His molten upper body steams from the magma rocks that cling to his skin and the red-hot lava that fills the cracks between.
Night Terror (clearly in charge) motions to the others to gather closer. He is covered in a dark yellow/black armor plated suit, complete with a hooded cape pulled up over his fully masked face.
A split-second later, Relay slides to a hard stop near the exposed underbelly of that overturned city bus. Huddled down, hidden from everyone’s view, are her three Fearless teammates: Night Terror, Magmamite, and Nobody.
Relay (in her bright yellow and green attire) holds up a finger to her lips, requesting for the man to be quiet. The next thing he knows, she is bent down beside him, pulling away the metal siding that pinned him down. He throws an arm around her, and she scoops him up, carries him
A man trapped beneath his toppled newsstand cries out for help. His plea is answered when, from out of nowhere, Relay now stands before him.
