Tonight, the Rider wasn't interested in giving quarter. He simply reached down to a pouch on the side of the demonic motorcycle and drew a lethal-looking spiked shotgun. He pumped it once, aimed and fired it at the thug with the knife.
The man was lifted from his feet and slammed into the brick wall behind him as a ball of hellish flame crashed into his chest. The fire spread quickly, immolating the thug. But Jeremiah and Ann, if they looked, would note that the man's flesh and clothes weren't burning, but he screamed as though they were.
"HELP ME! OH GOD! HEEEELLLLLLP MEEEEEE!" he yelled, rolling around in panic.
The other riffraff looked at each other in utter shock.
Ghost Rider pumped the shotgun and fired again, hitting another one. He would continue as long as the thugs were still standing.
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The man was lifted from his feet and slammed into the brick wall behind him as a ball of hellish flame crashed into his chest. The fire spread quickly, immolating the thug. But Jeremiah and Ann, if they looked, would note that the man's flesh and clothes weren't burning, but he screamed as though they were.
"HELP ME! OH GOD! HEEEELLLLLLP MEEEEEE!" he yelled, rolling around in panic.
The other riffraff looked at each other in utter shock.
Ghost Rider pumped the shotgun and fired again, hitting another one. He would continue as long as the thugs were still standing.