The man was easily forced about, the third round in his revolver falling to a squib load and jamming. His partner aimed the revolver at the pair, shaking like a leaf.
"Let him go!" He shouted, some of the others realizing the gunfire would attract attention. Unwanted attention.
With another crash of lightning, a black silhouette was plastered across the wall in the eyes of young Connor. The three strings seemed to resonate in his mind from Superhuman's first film appearance, a universal flop with a killer score titled Superhuman: Into The Knight, as from the shadows themselves emerged the ebony avenger, the herald of justice -
And for Shade, he wouldn't see the two-handed uppercut being swung towards his jaw. Some people just didn't believe.