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"Hello? Solomon? Could use some Wisdom here?"

Half way to the scene of the fight, Bailey had the thought of moving faster. One blink later, he found himself half way across New Jersey. He turned to look back and see the smoke way off in the distance, even further from where he had started. "Speed of Mercury..." He groaned. Alright, we need to go fast, just long enough to get EXACTLY there. Concentrating as he floated, he tried that same feeling of just pushing forwards, he moved slowly, yet surely for a moment, before suddenly, he was on the otherside of Queens again. "OH FOR CRYING OUT GENTLY!" He yelled into the air at no-one in particular. Just concentrate, just maybe a little push in the right direction and... He was back in New Jersey. One last little push and he was back over Brooklyn. He slowly made his way down to the building, almost swimming through the air as he paddled his arms back down to solid ground. "Alright, i'm not flying again unless it's just on instinct, since this clearly isn't working." He looked to where the battle was going on. "Wait, i know magic. There's gotta be a spell that can make webs i can swing from?" He stood for a second, looking around. "Hello? Solomon? Could use some Wisdom here?" He called. Well, if he had a science lab, with some decent sodiu- "I MEANT WITH MAGIC!" Maybe trying on instinct would work. Putting his hand out to the corner of a nearby building and concentrating, he pressed his fingers to his palm the way he usually would, then pressing, but instead of a web, a golden bolt of lightning shot out, vaporizing a small chunk of the wall. He grabbed his face with his hands, rubbing in a full circle from the top of his eyebrows to his now chissled chin and then back up to his ears, then grabbing his firey red locks, pulling them lightly in frustration. What was the point in having all these powers if they worked on instinct and he hadn't developed that instinct yet? Luckily his former Spider-Powers had taught him that he needed to hold back mostly. After all, lifting about 20 tons over your head meant a stray handshake could crush every bone in the average mans hand. He then looked at the rooftops. They weren't too far apart. He could jump them. Alright, a simple hop skip and a jump. taking a few steps back, he took a light jog towards the edge of the roof and with a simple press off, he found himself several thousand feet in the air, hanging daintily again. "WHY IS THIS SO DIFFICULT!?!?" He screamed. He had done it perfectly fine a few minutes ago. But then again, he was acting entirely on instinct then.

He looked down towards the ground, seeing a Fire Troll making its way further into the city. Alright, he needed to act on instinct. Right, let's just take it out. Pointing himself at it, he found himself suddenly on the ground, dust kicking up around him and his feet suddenly felt way too hot again, looking down, he realized he had landed entirely on the Fire Troll's head with such force that he had pushed its head through the tarmac of the street. He stepped back a few paces. "OOOH, I AM SO SORRY!!!" He gasped, he looked around to hear cheering from several of the fleeing civilians. He looked over a ways to see a flaming skeleton talking with another ridiculously handsome, muscular man with a hammer. He was about to question why, before realizing that he was a ridiculously muscular man in red spandex with a big blue cape. He remembered that he had vowed to stop question the insanity that was this new world and instead set off at a light jog down the street looking for this Arthur guy. He quickly cupped his hands over his mouth. "ARTHUR!?!?!?! He called. "I NEED TO FIND A GUY CALLED ARTHUR!!!" One Civilian who had been fleeing waved over at him. "ARTHUR FROM ATLANTIS?!?!?" The man looked at him as if he was insane. "ONE OF THEM SAID THEY WERE AFTER A GUY CALLED ARTHUR FROM ATLANTIS!!!" He called again, before waving for him to continue fleeing. The problem with shouting the name that all of the Fire Trolls were after was that a number of the unengaged ones suddenly took a fancy to him. "Look, i'm pretty certain that this is all a big misunderstanding and i don't know how to control these powers yet, i REALLY don't want to kill any of you." He groaned.

One of them brought the flaming fist slamming down at him, he put his hands up, grabbing the fist, gripping his fingers into the searing hot rocks, he pulled the Troll off its feet and threw it straight into another one that was charging at him, the pair falling over backwards. A third one smothered him in fire-breath, but a trio of golden lighting bolts cut through the fire, the first smashing one of the trolls stone teeth off, the second catching it in the eye, before the last one cut off a finger as it recoiled to grab its eye. He stood there, his clothes still pristine, despite the fire, his eyes full of determination. As he saw the troll recoiling in pain, he felt very bad immediately. "Ooh, i'm REALLY sorry." He grimaced. As he looked up to see the man who's head was on fire flying around. He jogged towards the man, despite him being high up in the air. He then cupped his hands over his mouth. "HEY!!!" He called up to him. "HEY, I'M LOOKING FOR A GUY FROM ATLANTIS NAMED ARTHUR!" He turned arounda and pointed at the half blinded troll. "DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!" He called, pre-emptively, expecting an attack from behind, but it was busy healing itself by superheating the rocks on its finger to re-attach it. He then turned back to Firestorm. "THEY'RE HERE FOR A GUY NAMED ARTHUR FROM ATLANTIS!!! MAYBE IF WE CAN FIND HIM WE CAN END THIS!"

@Half Pint@Bounce I've been thinking about my second character. Would it be alright to make a less formal character? Pretty much, Red Tornado as a Silver Age Beano/Dandy style character who's not on some grand quest or some greek epic to save the world. But just some middle-age mother of twins who puts a cooking pot on her head to save her little slice of New York when there's a cat in a tree or some Magia palooka's shaking down one of her favourite corner shops or maybe said palooka's have stolen some amazing invention from a scientist friend of hers to sell for the big bucks?

Pretty much a series of small, usually unconnected, silver-age style 1-shots with Ma Hunkle in her time between adventures just serving as a tertiary character for Captain Marvel, being that she's the type who would volunteer at F.E.A.S.T.

Or, would you rather reserve characters specifically for people who have more comprehensive stories? Because i can respect that.

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