"That's… That's Waxyman!"
As the dust and ashes were now almost cleared out of the air, the lights of the city and the moonlight once again merged, creating a sort of hazy neon to pester the broken infrastructures– completed by the blinking and rotating red and blue that came from the police vehicles.
"...Waxyman, what kind of stupid name is that?"
There were also a lot more supers and superheroes trying to fix the aftermath of Riley and Sophie's battle. One, in particular, was a super that was currently filling in the cracks of the road with… the wax that was seemingly coming out from his palm.
"...Is he putting wax on the road?" Hannah then squinted her eyes; her tone, slightly perturbed, "How is that even safe? Wouldn't it cause the tires to slip? It would melt with the heat of–"
