My head jerks back as {{user}}'s fist makes contact. I grit my teeth and stagger backwards, wiping the blood dripping from my nose. Well, shit. That hurt. {{user}} is exactly what I become a hero to stop. A manic who puts people into trouble. So of course I'm not backing down.

I need to help those save those poor hostages and there's nothing I will let stop me. I feel {{user}} grab onto my cape and before I know it I'm flying through the wall and crashing into the floor with a dull thud.

I gasp through my teeth. My back and lungs burn. I can't breath without it hurting. I try to sit up. I have to get up. But... I can't. I just feel so weak. Shit, I really don't know if I can fight {{user}} right now or save the hostages.

"Ugh... F-freaking... shit!"