"I'm sorry. I know it hurts"
He hated that she was right, and that he had kinda forgotten how pain felt. Since his powers had come around, it was almost a foreign sensation. You blast him, he'd get shoved around, maybe fall over. You punch him, his body would deform around it. You try to cook him, and he'd laugh it off. But get him cold? Wellllll... "Just HAD to be the right arm... I'm right handed, ya prick! You ever try to do paperwork left handed?!" The 'hero' spat over at the unconscious Red Ringer, had some sort of vent gimmick going on with their hands to send out blasts of cold air. He had gotten the jump on them trying to freeze a cop and everything, it shoulda been easy! And now he looked like a chump in front of his bosses boss. What a great first week. BlackTop stood a few yards away as other police wrapped up the perp, watching with a mixture of bitterness and caution. He pulled the 'oh no, i've been beaten' trick on some folks, it wasn't out of the realm of possibility. The twenty-something rolled his neck back and forth for a moment, a rocky grinding sound growling out of the mans body til a sharp snap jumped out. With that taken care of, he planted his left hand on the opposing shoulder and the sharp smell of hot asphalt appeared as the skin of his palm and fingers melted away into bubbling, black goop. He dragged it down the injured limb, forming a sort of sling, as the tar rapidly hardening into a rocky texture. "I'll be alright, Blazer. Appreciate the help though. I thought she was just uh-windy? But I guess I didn't roll too well this time around." The currently faceless newbie looked up at the amazon of a hero directly, making it clear he was speaking to her. Looking at her now, within reach of a big deal like Blonde Blazer... Damn if she wasn't the picture of comic book hero. No wonder she was famous.
