Cue a small innocent pink puff taking a couple steps towards the brainwashed bomber. "Poyo!" He happily cheered. He had finally found him! His mom! Or.. At lwast what remained of him... Yeah no this was not the Mighty that he knew. He tilted his head to the side before jumping up and clinging to his head as he usually would with his mother. If this was Mighty. He would let him stay there. ((Couldn't resist.))
‘’What are you…?’’
Strike looked up to the orb, who rested gently on his mask-clad head. Why was this puffball all the way up there was beyond him, and proceeded to remove the newly-arrived from the top of his head. Two hands were raised to grab the little puff by his sides, to lift him off from there. Placing the small one in front of him, Strike took a good look before dropping him from the same height he had been holding him up to.
The masked bomber didn’t recognize who this was. Nor did he particularly care much to know.He continued onto his own way, as if it had been a minor inconvenience.
