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Joel Beck 
[b]Location[/b]: Making a mess someone else is gonna have to clean up
[b]Tags[/b]: Grim, Kitsune [/center]

Wraith couldn't help but notice, as he plunged the second spear that Hotrod had attempted to attack him with through the man's right thigh, pinning him to the ground in place with the likewise pinned left thigh, that another hero had arrived on the scene. This one was smaller, more female, and less chatty. Wraith already liked her more than the showboat that was Grim. 

He hadn't worked with Grim before, despite fan sites speculating wild theories about their similarities. Wraith didn't keep up with the fan sites anyway. But even he, under the massive rock he lived, had heard of the famously loud hero. 

With Hotrod screaming for mercy, it seemed that this fight was coming to an end. Wraith had almost forgotten about that pesky little Mindraker, quiet and lurking as he was...