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[color=f26522][h2][b]SPIRIT OF VENGEANCE #3[/b][/h2][/color][/center]

[i][color=f26522][i]"This guy's a payaso."[/i][/color][/i]

The Rider stared deep into Thor's soul, peering into every action he had ever taken, searching for pain, sin, and dark spots upon his soul. Light flames seeped from the skeleton's mouth, evaporating only a few inches from it's face, part of it looking to rage against all sin, the other part seeking the rage. In moments the search ended, and he had found nothing. The skeletal slowly turned its back to Thor, ignoring his jests as they meant nothing in the long run. Ralph stood on the razor's edge whilst Robbie kept him from going crazy in the moment, the human host could feel something was wrong, but he'd have to wait to address it. 

The Rider turned back toward the Charger, made its exit stage left. Robbie made a mental note all that he saw, the many agents and military personal showing up to help those trapped. It eased his mind that there would at least be help for the people as he knew from the short time with Ralph that the Rider only goes where evil is needed to be punished. The moment he touched the Charger, it pulled the it's rider right into the front seat, a form of teleportation through the connection between rider and ride. The engine roared so loud that it overshadowed everything around it, flames shooting into the sky from the engine and exhaust pipes, the sheer power causing the Charger to stand on its rear wheels before shooting forward down the street. 

[color=00aeef][i]"Next time Robbie Reyes, Eli Morrow will die."[/i][/color]