Someone crept up behind her and her eyes grew wide. Shadowbird lept away from the newcomer and turned to face him, panting slightly from the tiresome act of teleporting others. The young man looked interestingly familiar, but not, at the same time. He had blonde hair cut in a similar way to Whiplash's, and glasses. Half of his upper body was as sickly green color which made her grimace. The scars on his chest and good arm were unbelievable. Someone had hacked at him badly. Who was this and what had happened to him? Most importantly... how did he know who she was? [color=black]"Who are you? What is it that you want from me, stranger?"[/color]

In the back of her mind she could feel Whiplash with her, she spoke for him, [color=black]"Yea and what good would it do me to go with a creep like you, huh?"[/color] Shadowbird smirked a bit, he was with her, in her heart. The hero drew her pistols and aimed them at the young man. [color=black]"Please do threaten me with a good time."[/color]