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Lyger struggled to keep the black eyed man’s foot from crushing his windpipe. However, the man’s strength was like nothing that he had ever faced before. He assumed that he had finally come face to face with a super powered criminal, and was distraught with his ineffectiveness against such a foe. After struggling against the increased pressure of the black eyed man’s boot pressing toward his throat for what seemed like minutes, Lyger began to feel his strength fade as the man’s boot began to press against his throat. 

As he could feel the man’s boot across his throat, Lyger began to fear that this would be the end. A million things began to run through his mind all at once. He felt guilty that he never returned his father’s last phone call, and that he wasn’t able to ever really reconcile with the man who had raised him. He felt sorrow at his glaring failure as a hero, meeting his end so soon into his career. 

Then his thoughts drifted to his friends, and how he felt guilty for leaving them behind. Ronnie, Sam, Dmitri, Hannah, and even Keri. When he thought of his ex, there was a pang of guilt over their last conversation, and how he would never be able to make that right. But mostly, he thought of Adeline. He had really enjoyed the time that he had been spending with her over the last few days, and had been looking forward to seeing how things would progress between them. Suddenly, he felt remorse over the fact that he would never be able to say goodbye. 

He gave one last push against the black eyed man’s boot, however, the futility of his resistance became ever clearer as the black eyed man’s foot pressed down on his windpipe, and he felt the crushing pressure press against him as it became increasingly difficult to draw breath.

Suddenly, Lyger was aware of movement around him, and the pressure against his throat was gone. He was vaguely aware of the presence of someone else, and from the corner of his eye, he thought that he saw something…a blade of sorts that glowed against the darkness. He wasn’t entirely sure what was going on around him, however his lungs burned as he greedily inhaled the cold night air. 

He heard the black eyed man taunting whoever had arrived to help him, however he was unable to make out the specifics of the conversation as he was too busy attempting to catch his breath. However, he watched as the armored figure who had rescued him swung her glowing blade at the black eyed man, and looked on in shock as a black cloud of sorts erupted from the man. The strange black cloud almost seemed to be alive as it lingered over the man, as if it were attempting to reenter him. Once it seemed to be aware that for whatever reason it couldn’t do so, the cloud moved over to Lyger himself.

As Lyger lay on the ground he looked up as the cloud crept toward him, seemingly attempting to invade his body as it had done to the man who had just nearly killed him. 

“Aldras vo narel” the armored rescuer exclaimed as a golden light seemingly exploded from her body and dissipated the black cloud before him.

Lyger felt his rescuer’s blade press against him momentarily, and he wondered if whoever this was had staved off the attack from the black eyed man just to claim him for herself. Then, the armored figure pulled the blade away from him.

“Are you okay?” She had asked, her voice slightly shaking. 

“Yeah.” Lyger muttered, still confused about what he had just seen. “What the hell was that?”