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[i]”Funny meeting you here.”[/i]

Ghost Rider stopped her rhythmic pounding. Fists slowed and lowered, and the glow of the runes faded. The marks were strong. But Zarathos’ will would not be held for long. She looked at Kyle, another member of the Young Avengers, one that was often spearheading a solo enterprise in a different corner of the world. Inside, Dani fought for control, hope renewed by the sight of one of her teammates. They were coming for her! She fought for words, but Zarathos silenced her. It was still stronger than her, and Ghost Rider was still an entity that refused a leash. The flames licked up her skull as she turned to face the boy.

[i][b]“Lantern.”[/b][/i] She said, voice bubbling with heat and the echo of a hundred souls. She pounded on the bars again, and screamed in frustration and anger – a terrifying sound that chilled your bones with fear – as the runes glowed and sparked and stood strong again. She leant closer and inspected the bars. The runes hissed from her proximity, but now that she looked at them closer, she saw that the marks were…amateur. Roughly hewn, lines vague and wobbly in places. They were not the carefully drawn spells and incantations of the grand Doctor Strange. They were weaker. They were…exploitable. 

[i][b]”Shield the bars.”[/b][/i] She commanded, indicating for Kyle to coat the bars in the energy from his ring. He did so, and the bars glowed green. She grasped the bars, hands now able to grip the inscribed metal with the protective layer – but still close enough to garner a reaction from the runes. She leant forward, both hands gripping, and channelled Hellfire into her hands. Fire burst up her wrists from the sleeves of her jacket, and the runes began to react, slowly at first, and then sparking and a deep ringing as the magic began to overload. Ghost Rider began to scream with the effort and the retaliation of the runes and channelled more Hellfire into her hands, pushing harder and harder... [b][i]”NOW.”[/i][/b] She roared, and Kyle dropped the shielding – and the runes gave out. They screamed in destruction and the bars exploded, shattering into tiny fragments and instantly melting in Ghost Rider’s fire. She hunched over, the conjuring exhausting her, but then began chuckling, a light chortle that morphed into a deep, throaty laugh.

[i][b]”Ahhh. Freedom, and the night is yet young. Red Skull is escaping.”[/i][/b] She said, sighing wistfully.
“And how are we going to catch him?” Kyle asked, and there was a strange moment where somehow, the unmoving, flaming skull that was Ghost Rider’s face seemed to be smirking somehow. Her voice was smooth and almost a purr. As she spoke, a horse of bone and fire and little muscle constructed itself from the ground in front of them both, Ghost Rider herself putting a foot into a stirrup and and swinging herself up into the saddle.

[i][b]”Kyle….we [u]ride.[/u]”[/i][/b]