You walk about the city, new in town, when you jump at the sudden sound of a motorcycle revving nearby. You look around, only to see a large, blue monster lady running down some people in masks on a motorcycle, which you actually see is alive, delivering some old school vigilante justice. Seeing the resulting aftermath and seeming satisfied, they ride off, only to stop as they pass you and reverse back, the large woman lifting up her goggles.

J.D.: Oh, hey! We've never seen you around town, are you new? In that case, welcome! I'm J.D., and this pats Spitfire's side is my best friend and best ride, Spitfire.

Spitfire: sighs and shakes her head as she smiles J.D.... Hey, like she said, the name's Spitfire.