Asyr watched quietly as Damon left into the crowd to assist the police. 

She was to rally support, how? She was a depowered, rapidly dying heroine. How could she help anyone? As she noticed the police were bringing in those injured in the riots to a makeshift triage center. Asyr noticed there was a lack of medical personnel to the injured. Limping over, she tapped a paramedic on the shoulder. The man, he was older,and weathered but he was working harder then most in the group turned. 

"You injured lady? Your upright, you take a seat." Asyr shook her head. 

"No, I'm allright, well I'm injured but can I help? I know a little first aid" The man looked a little stunned before responding. 

"Yea girl, grab those bandages. Wrap what you can, if they're lacerated and you can't staunch the blood. Call me to stitch then I'll suture, then you wrap." Asyr nodded as she began to bandage the wounded. As she moved to her next subject, a scrap of paper fell out of her pocket. The number from that strange heroine who ran past her.

An idea came into her mind, she quickly sent a text to the heroine. "This is Asyr, I need to send a message. Come to the police HQ immediately!" 

She grinned to herself as she realized that without her powers, the armor could still be used to send a message....maybe it could send The End back to where he came from...

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The End watched quietly over the monitors of the city. A large red number counted down overhead. He was waiting...but maybe it was time to thin the herds a little. There were more heroes crawling out of the woodwork that needed dealing with.

One gateway later, the End stood on the city streets. His anti-matter cannon ready. "Come on, let's get this started...."