Magmamite steps out first, putting himself in the lead for about a full second before, as expected, Relay speeds past him to reach the opposite end of the building first just a scant moment later. Running through a thick gray bomb cloud in the spot where Night Terror no longer stands, she inadvertently sucks down a lung full of the smoke. She lurches to a halt, bends forward and coughs uncontrollably.

Noticing the gray cloud, both boys stop half way across. Magmamite looks around into the dark crevasses between the rows of container stacks, but spots nothing. Nobody is the first to look upwards, and spies Night Terror swinging from container to container – the wire from his gun secured tight around a high ceiling beam. Nobody stretches elastic arms 40 feet into the air, attempting to grab a boot heal or cape edge. Night Terror zigs and zags, avoiding Nobody’s rubbery touch. Landing atop one of the taller metal stacks, Night Terror quickly disappears into the darkened landscape.

Eyeing the direction, Magmamite races over to a row of containers. Navigating the twists and turns in the darkness with ease, he finds Night Terror pressed up against one of the metal box sides. Spotting Magmamite’s glowing form, and aware Magmamite can see him despite the dark, Night Terror flips up his cape to protect him from a predicted blast of hard magma pebbles. Despite the purposefully mild attack, Night Terror collapses to the ground when the rocks strike his cape. A concerned Magmamite rushes over.