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Metanoia nodded as the friendly cape told her what she knew about the villains. She committed the information to memory, though she wasn’t sure what she’d be able to do with the information.

“Thank you, but all I did was allow the other cape to pummel me,” Metanoia said, chuckling. “Nice to meet you, Abbadon.”

Metanoia didn’t even flinch as the angelic cape’s hand fell apart. Instead, she leaned forward slightly to examine the phenomenon closely, it being another demonstration of logic-defying cape powers.

“No need to apologize,” Metanoia said. “It’s quite interesting, actually, and it makes me curious about how your biology works.” She raised her hands. “I don’t mean to pry, of course.”

Metanoia turned to scan the streets again. “So what shall we do now? Or, rather, what do you usually do after fights? I’d like to avoid drawing attention so I can find some privacy to get out of costume, but I unfortunately shredded my clothing in my rush to join the fight…”