“FUCK!” Was all that came out of my mouth as I flew towards that floating car at top speed.

  Razor couldn’t move it. The speedsters could maybe do a quick evacuation, but that was a whole building, not a room of five or six people. If that sedan hit any part of that building, chances were that someone would die.

  I hit the car from another angel. I wasn’t pushing back against it, no that would have gotten me killed, exosuit or not. I was just pushing it enough to change its trajectory. The car was flying from Roid to the building, but with my talons pushing against it and my wings blasting at full power, I was able to able to push the car to the side.

  It barely missed the building.

  The windows on the building suddenly exploded and I looked, horrified for a moment that Roid had done something else.

  It was the speedsters. They had broken the windows and chose to run up the wall and through the windows to start the evacuation process. People found themselves zipped away by streams of multicolored light. Roid threw another car but this time Razor was ready.

  Instead of jumping to intercept it as he had done before, he found a car and threw it toward the one Roid had thrown. The two collided in mid-air and the manager of metal screeched and slid onto an unoccupied street.

  Roid roared.

  The problem was Roid’s defense. Unless we could hit a vital organ or outright kill him in one go, he would just keep healing and running.

  I screeched.

  The Crow, that was the name I’d given myself. Partly because I liked the animal, but also because of this neat little piece of tech I had.

  All the surrounding glass burst and both Roid and Razor clenched their ears at the screeching call. My should pads extended as small missiles fired from off from them and ran directly into Roid’s face.

  One, two, and three, small explosions were blocked by his hands.

  I screeched again and circled his angry form. I couldn’t do damage, not to him, not from this high up, and not with this tech. But I could be annoying, a distraction.

  Roid raged, grabbing another car from the street and throwing it at me with super strength. I swerved out of the way and the car slammed into the building from before.

  Razor had already taken advantage of this, circling the blue menace from the back. Roid turned, changing his attention to the immediate threat.

  I fired missiles and before he could see where Razor was, one of them slammed into his cheek. It wasn’t enough, just a rough punch to a big brute like him.

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  But I was the distraction.

  In that next instant, right before Roid could even raise his head to see me, Razor’s bladed elbow cut open his neck. Roid grabbed at his neck, rage mixing with surprise. He was trying to squeeze the wound and hold it without choking himself in the process, but that was impossible.

  Then Razor came in again, cutting his spine open from the back. Then again, then again, then again.

  Archnemesis, a lot of heroes and villains had them. Their fights were personal and got a lot of media traction. Roid and Razor’s story was a known one. There was no special history or connecting through lines, just hate. Roid was small in real life, about five feet four inches. And if anyone messed around with him, he would use his powers and anger to take care of them.

  One day, he ran into Razor in his human form and the fight grew from that.

  There was suspected to be a more personal reason for the rivalry between the two but whatever it was had never made it out to the media. It probably risked their private identities and the law was very strict on that kind of thing.

  Roid fell forward, his body cut apart like a messed-up piece of origami.

  But he was still alive and Razor clearly didn’t like that. He walked up to him and looked at me, or rather he looked at the recording that I currently had running, then he raised his bladed knuckles and slammed them through the unconscious Roid’s skull.

  The speedsters arrived quickly after that, all of them looked tired and some of them even looked sympathetically at Razor. The bladed obsidian giant stood with labored breath and stared at the corpse in front of him.

  It felt like I was seeing the clipped ending of a movie I had never watched. This moment of death and misery felt private somehow.

  Razor just stood there and waited, watching for any signs of life, for a single stray breath. There was pure hatred in his eyes.

  He looked back at the camera again, at me. It was a solid look, an accomplished look. He had no regrets.

  “Don’t watch Mochi,” I whispered.

  “My eyes have been closed for a while now!” She said worriedly.

  I flew off.

  Razor would get in trouble for that. A kill order was a kill order, but Roid was clearly incapacitated and able to be arrested. That final punch through the skull, that had been personal.

  Incoming Call: Mike.

  “Answer.”

  “He killed him didn’t he?”

  “Squashed him like a bug,” I replied.

  “Unnecessarily?”

  “I would say so. The guy was out and shrinking and it would have taken him like an hour to heal from all that in his grower form, much less his shrunken one.”

  Mike let out a deep and tired sigh.

  “Alright, send me the footage and your cash will be on its way soon.”

  “Sure,” I hesitated. “Did he have a good reason to kill him?”

  Mike considered telling me off, but he knew I had the footage and if he was trusting me to not sell that off, he could trust me with something that would leak pretty easily. I was about to say all of that when Mike spoke.

  “Yes. He had every reason to kill him, good and bad. He’ll probably get away with it even though it’s against our rules but I doubt anyone can really punish him for this. We don’t put the worst things on the kill order you know, only the stuff we need to justify it. Roid had it coming, I’ll leave it at that.”

  Then the line went dead.