Lizzie was out of options. She doubted anything short of an Abrams tank could bring down the girl in armor, and the other superheroes were proving to be just as obnoxious. Then, she felt the strike of high-caliber bullets. The first couple were nothing more than glancing blows, but the third struck her in the knee joint and she went down in a heap. Desrael raged within Lizzie's mind, but she just couldn't stand anymore.

She'd played a good game, but it seemed she had lost.