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"Y'know," Sofia Strange said in a conversational tone to the zombie whose butt she was currently kicking, "All I really wanted? Tonight? Was a pastrami sandwich. Maybe a can of Cel-Ray." She threw her left hand up and a trio of marble-sized fireballs flew forth, twirling around each other before smacking the zombie straight in the face. Its dead skin started oozing off of its face, showing bone and wiring underneath. Whatever this thing was, it was a lab-created zombie.

A mix of science and magic.

Sofia grimaced. That was never good.

"Instead? Instead I get you." She attacked with a savage backhand, empowered by a surge of mystic lightning. The electronics in the thing fried. Whoever was watching wouldn't see the rest. "Not the kind of dead meat I was craving." Sofia conjured up another trio of fireballs, these ones glowing hot-white, and sent them at the zombie again. These pierced his chest and set his heart on fire.

Within moments, the zombie was ash, its electronics charred. Still, Sofia cast a spell of telekinesis, and the charred remains of the electronics flew up to her. She took them and shoved them into embroidered mirror-work messenger bag. Maybe someone on the Avengers would be able to help her track down whoever was building a zombie army.

Given how badly this one was made, though, there seemed to be no sign of any zombie hordes coming right away.

She could, thankfully, still grab that sandwich.

If the place was still open, anyway.

Threaded | Flat

Tonight had been mostly quiet. Vesper had done the rounds of his usual spots and gotten nothing exciting. Even his sometimes target wasn't giving him a lead. Instead he listened to a French accent plot some other criminal's downfall. As that wasn't remotely one of Vesper's interests, he cut out of his hiding spot early.

He was on his way to go harass Reginald Crane in some way. He wasn't sure how, but Vesper figured he would think of something by the time he checked out Crane's usual haunts. Sage had been very helpful in tracking the man's habits.

Though all of those sorta plans went by the wayside when something screeched above him. As Vesper was 40 stories up, he was particularly concerned. He tried to twist around to see if he was catching a jumper or getting a face-full of some villain.

The man dressed as a bat did not quite get turned around when something smashed into him solidly. It jostled his body enough that he accidentally hit the button to close up his wings. As he was plummeting, he heard more screeches from above him. Not counting whatever the hell was covered in feathers and screeching at him as he fell toward the streets.