[h3]~[color=darkorange]Zetta Man[/color]~[/h3][hr]Location: Near Metropolitan Oval, Bronx, NY
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"Right now, you can still turn things around!" Zetta Man shouted. Taking the wallets instead of raiding the teller drawers probably meant they'd gotten less than a thousand dollars. If they gave up peacefully, they might get off with only petty theft or a class-1 misdemeanor despite the assaults. "But if you run from the police, or attack anyone, you're going--"

The garish shirt caught his attention first---a civilian! The thug couldn't be allowed to endanger anyone else. He pushed faster. The thief's lead had shrunk to less than a hundred feet, and in an instant he was within arm's reach---

A fiery blast rocked the ground beneath the criminal, and the conflagration writhed around them like living serpents! Zetta Man veered off, twisting against the recoil, his thoughts racing. No one else was here besides that civilian--and no non-hero/villain would act [i]that[/i] nonchalant upon seeing a super-battle, no matter how many times it's happened to them.

"[b]Hold your fire![/b]" Zetta Man shouted, his voice booming like thunder. Pieces of the crystalline shell were splitting apart, from the extremities inward as the blue flames circled the villain like a cloud of angry wasps. The blue-and-orange suited hero reached into the eruption, grabbing the villain by their armored shoulder to try and yank them out of the fiery column. In the process, his super suit---normally impervious to your average mugger's knife or box cutter--was slashed several times from the forearm down to his fingertips. His Zetta Field, focused over his skin, shielded him as if his body was wrapped in steel, yet even so thin red lines traced over his flesh...