"Wait, stop!" Dian grabbed the other girl's sleeve, pointing down the block. "There, Dragon! Just like the photo!" She began moving towards the figure, but a purple blast flew past her to splash against him. The figure buckled, and Dian turned to confront Mimic. "What do you think you're doing?"

Mimic stuck her tongue out and bent over to emphasize the movement. "I got him! I got him before you could." She stood, walked over to Dian, and rested an elbow on the younger girl's head. "Now we just get him and find the other one, and Boss will be happy. Maybe Rend found the other one, and we can all..." A roar swept through the city, and they both turned to see a firestorm whirling into the sky. "That's not one of ours."

Her elbow was almost thrown to the floor as Dian turned to her. "Y'think? If your brains dissolve when you grew those bumps, I hope I never grow up." 

"Shut up, a-cup." She raised her middle finger. Dian hissed, slapping the hand down. "Ow. You little-" A gust of wind interrupted their fight and almost blew them off their feet. A nearby radio began blaring music as they picked themselves up to face the attacker. It wasn't Dragon, or Spectrum. It was some weirdo in a robe. "Who the fuck are you? Gandalf?" Mimic twirled her finger and burned a white hot ring into the air. "Wrong hobbit, jackass." She threw the disc in an almost dismissive motion. 

[i]ΔI wanna run away
I wanna run away
Anywhere out this placeΔ[/i]

Dian's knuckles, elbows, then shoulders cracked as her arms and fingers lengthened. "He's not on the list." Her fingers, now little more than sharpened bone knives, stabbed through the hero's robes. "I'm going to take you apart slowly."

[@Sedjwick]