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[b]The Phoenix Skyline[/b]

Ghost Rider revved his bike once more, rocketing forwards. 

[i][color=red]Biggest stunt of your life, and the cameras aren't here. Figures.[/color][/i]

The ninja leaped over the point that fixed the helicopter blades to the craft, toward the building across the way- a brownstone number. Not flammable, which was good. Ghost Rider leaned in.

[i][color=red]Wind's right. Pushing up after it hits the buildings... should be enough lift...[/i]

The ninja landed on the blades, continuing his bunny hop. Ghost Rider's front wheel connected with the slope, flaming rubber shrieking through the city like a banshee's wail.

[i][color=red]Weight distribution is right. Accounting for lift...[/color][/i]

Johnny held his breath as he started the jump, Death Ninja just reaching the other side of the helicopter blades and starting his leap. But Johnny had the speed advantage, and something the Death Ninja didn't- an eight-cylinder monstrosity of hellfire and American engineering. And that meant Ghost Rider reached the other roof first. Death Ninja's eyes widened in fear as his feet left the helicopter blade, as Ghost Rider's began glowing red.

[i][color=red]God I love the spook act.[/color][/i]
[color=red]"YOU WHO FACES THE SPIRIT OF VENGEANCE, SHALL FEEL THE FURY OF ALL THOSE WHO HAVE SUFFERED AT YOUR HANDS."[/color]

Orange beams shot out of the Ghost Rider's eyes as Death Ninja flailed, trying to avoid the attack. But it was too late. Thirty years of assassinations. Of crying families. Of fatherless sons, of sonless fathers, of interrogations and torture and poisonings. The pain of thirty years of victims washed over the ninja as he let out a raspy scream. His grip loosened, and sent two of the infants sailing. Which left him with one baby. Ghost Rider, meanwhile, stood on his bike to catch the babies left sailing through the air. Death Ninja, still reeling from pain, drew his sword with the free hand he'd desperately needed. He staggered about, but managed to hold it to the baby in a threatening enough way. 

Ghost Rider set the babies down and sighed. Death Ninja was trying to escape with at least one baby. As the ninja pressed the blade in, a trickle of blood formed...

...shortly before a massive chain wrapped around the sword and jerked it away. The ironclad grip of rigor mortis was not Death Ninja's friend today, as he was pulled bodily from the ground and towards the Ghost Rider's waiting fist. With a sickening crack, Death Ninja was floored as Ghost Rider picked up the three babies, debating how to return to the ground without the use of his handlebars. His prayers were answered as the helicopter began rising. He gently set the three crying infants down, mounting his bike once again and riding off.