Connor cries out in delight: superheroes! All else is forgotten from his mind as he approaches the battle, his eyes bugging out in awestruck wonder. The one on the ground was obviously the hero; no way that the shadow dude was. The kid unconsciously creeps closer to the battle, drawn in by the spectacle like a moth to a flame.
Pulse, on the other hand, is enjoying the experience just a bit less than the bystander. Gritting his teeth in pain he forces himself off the ground, using telekinesis to slide backwards and into a standing position. He grabs a handful of loose dirt and gravel in his hand as he does so, pointing his hand at Shade and sending a telekinetic barrage of pebbles and sand at the villain.
The ropes retreat, scorched but otherwise unharmed. A silhouette stands in the tree where they came from, looming over Runa.
"You know, I can't get a read on you. One minute you're fighting villains, the next you're threatening villains. Who are you, exactly?" The voice is feminine, pitched to suggest someone in their late teens or early twenties. There's something more to it, a lack of inflection or passion that seems out of place.