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[B]"Kyle....we [U]ride.[/U]"[/B]

Call me crazy, but I'm not too big a fan of the idea of expecting Satan's little pony to giddy up and carry us to freedom. So I made my own thing. And by 'my own thing', I mean to say that I generated a green lion that had eyes that were the blackest I'd ever seen. Cocking my head and looking at the flaming girl, I kneeled and gave a little curtsy, chuckling to myself before hopping onto the back of my construct and saddling myself.

I dropped my boot into the back thigh of my beast and barked, [I]"Giddy up, Green Liontern."[/I] With that, the lion took off, pouncing in great bounds, going a good ten feet at a time. But Dani's horse, if my lion was the General Lee, the horse would be Greased Lightning.

Shortly after we took off, my lions momentous bounds were overtaken by the thunderous clops of the dark horse's feet. Neighing like a dragon was caged within him, the horse huffed small jets of flame and smoke from his nostrils.

But my lion, though less fear-inspiring, was just as astounding to look at. With a seaweed colored mane and overall lime fur over it's body. Every time he lunged forward, I felt my body be flung upward, constantly feeling like we were going to hit the ceiling. But, as we neared the exit of the corridors of the prison section, a trio of our teammates came into view, standing against a sturdily built woman who seemed to be able to hold her own against all three super-teens.

Dani's horse was the first of our transports to arrive on the scene. As she rode up towards the battling metahumans, a smoking chain pied with flecks of a molten orange and devilish red materialized before the psycho goth-girl threw it in the air, twirled it with a ghoulish grin, and launched it before it closed itself around the ankle of the woman attacking our teammates. From there, the woman did a 180 and spun to look at the approaching warrior. That's when Dani yanked her chain (no pun intended) and the heat of the links seared the woman's skin, releasing a ring of black smog that showed the woman's misdeeds like a film as they dissipated.

[B]"I come bringing vengeance to you disgusting servants of the Red Skull. Prepare to be [U][I]cleansed[/U][/I]," the Ghost Rider hissed as she tightened her chain, savoring the sinner's scream.

At that instant, I hopped off my lion, which then proceeded to tackle the hell out of that psycho hellspawn and her hell-horse. From there, I willed a bunch of Doc Oc style tentacles into existence that mounted themselves onto my back while I charged the woman and smacked her aside with a lash of hard-light. My teammates hooted and hollered, except a certain uptight bastard with an A for 'Asshole' stamped on his forehead.

"Ya' guys miss me?"