The epic shredding climax of Wyrmsquad’s masterpiece, Beyond the Burning Plain was overshadowed by some screaming from next door. At first, Tommy turned his head, his fingers still clicking away at the plastic guitar’s buttons by muscle memory, but when he missed a note and his point streak died, he handed the guitar to one of the few bystanders who was still more interested in the game than the scene that was developing nearby. In a moment even those who wanted to keep playing their games had no choice, as the power flickered and all of the consoles reset. A crowd was gathering by the window to try to see sideways at the man who was accosting some girl who was just trying to mind her own business at work. 


Tommy looked about and saw nobody trying to help. In fact, as energy seemed to arc off of the man, many seemed to think they had better places to be just now, and only the bravest of voyeurs remained. If only there were something more he could do, he was on his way to the phone in the back of the store to call the police. But how long would it take them to get here? If only… if only it were true. The power that the talking cat had given him, or that he had dreamed about. It knocked about at the back of his head.


But this was it, he realized. This was true moment the cat had meant, when he could help someone with more than mere generosity. All he had to do was say that word… he looked around self consciously. No one was looking at him. If it didn't work, if it wasn't true, no one would see for him to be embarrassed. 


He put the phone down and called out. 


[b]”Shazam!”[/b] 


The effect was instantaneous. Lightning struck from the sky, passing through the building’s roof and all of its levels without harming them, and left not Tommy Tinker standing there, but a full grown man. He was tall, and he was strong, and he didn't waste more than a second. He became a green blur, passing incredibly fast, yet gently, through the crowd, to come to rest mere inches from the aggressive, yelling man. A hand on the man’s shoulder stopped his raving in its tracks, and he turned around, wild eyed, to face the alien hero with all the confidence of a man newly come to his powers. 


Tommy spoke over him before he got a word out, completely ignoring the small arcs of lightning that were passing from the man’s body to his own. “I think the best thing for you to do is walk away, friend.”