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Your cape is on fire.
Slamming into it with a kevlar-enforced shoulder, Night Terror intercepts the flaming wheel – knocking its path a few feet left of Bernadette, where it hits the road then bounces wildly down the street. Once she sees the tire rolling away, Bernadette looks up to see her savior, Night Terror, landing down on the ground.
Focused on impending doom, Bernadette does not witness Night Terror swinging through the air on his wire rope.
While hugging the bleeding man tight, Bernadette braces herself and waits for the aerial burning tire to take its best shot.
I’m still here, aren’t I? So, Miss Sulfur Pit, who exactly am I getting revenge on, and when can we start?