Today was as peaceful a day as any in Greenfield. That is to say, not a particularly peaceful one. What with all these supervillains running around town, it was a necessity that so many superheroes converge here. Among them, Necrohead. The risen zombie of an evil necromancer who went good and even joined the International Forces of Justice. Which was how she'd heard about this place to begin with.

The only thing about Necrohead was that she was rarely - if ever - the first hero to arrive at the scene. She'd heard there was a bank robbery going on and that Burnout - a supervillain with the power to create explosions - was the one behind it. Necrohead's line of thought was simple. Explosions killed people. Zombies were pretty freakin' hard to kill. So she'd be fine. But now that she was stepping up to the bank, she saw a set of heroic hands already dealing with the grunts at the door. They were armed. Guns also killed humans, right? For all the lead Necrohead had taken in her life, she never really deemed guns to be fatal or anything. Though to be fair, a zombie and a human would probably have very different definitions of what was and wasn't fatal.

Best to help the girl out. Stepping in and putting her back to that of the other hero, showing absolutely no concern for the guns, Necrohead said "Which would you rather deal with, the grunts or the mastermind?" She was confident in her ability to eat up those bullets like the were just a minor pain, but is it was Burnout, she wondered how well this other girl could deal with explosions.