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Spectrum smiled, even though her face was covered by her mask. "You could reach in..." She looked down at his hand, trying to make a platform for her. She put her fists on her hips and flew up to his nose. "I'm not Tinkerbell here, big guy. I don't get tired flying, If you want to help with that hand, put it over me, so I don't feet like I'm going to fall away." A noise like a unsecured fire hose gushing through a megaphone resounded from the second-highest floor, and the dark windows flashed. "Oh, right." Spectrum turned back to the giant and his purple undies. "I need you to grab the big eel thing making all that lightning and get it away from the harpy nest."

Something crashed inside, and she turned around again. "Just reach in when you hear me yell. I'll get it close to the wall for you!" She darted back into the building to see the behir chasing... a devil? Wait, that was the same guy who was fighting with the angel. "Hey! Devilman!" she shouted to him. "Bring it this way! I've got a way to get rid of it!"

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"Thanks for the support," Dragon said, patting Magus' back again. One of the younger epics reached forward to the snapper's neck and... Dragon opened his mouth, but it took him a while to put together the words. "Are you [i]massaging[/i] the monster?" He called, walking forward to give Vice a more normal hand. He'd overheard some people at the agency talk about recruiting the poor kid, since he was becoming quite a noticeable face around town. Dragon had no idea what they'd put the kid to work advertising; sunburn lotion? barbecues? It's difficult when your most marketable asset is a giant flaming arm.

He put his hand on Vice's arm just below the shoulder, flinching a little but sucking the heat enough that he didn't get burned. "Vice," he began, "unless you're trying to give it heartburn, you should just put it down back by the lake." He wiped his forehead clear of the mist Magus had created, putting his other hand on Vice's normal shoulder. "Remind me to tell you one day what happened the first time I took one of these things on, when I was just starting out." Sooner he got this fixed, sooner he could go shopping for the marsala ingredients. Maybe he'd phone that homegrown food guy and see where the best stuff was.