<span style="font-weight: bold">Interference</span><br/><br/>Vespi drummed her fingers on the handles of her motorcycle, vaguely aware of the Nightman and Sark arriving. She glanced over at the Dayman, then at the checkpoint behind them, still inert.<br/><br/>"Is...He...That kid's going to die." And yet she made no move to assist him.<br/><br/>Lionel took a wave of bullets from Leske's spinning barrage. And another. And another. By the time of the fourth barrage, he was able to withstand the assault with minimal effort, his muscular form rapidly approaching ridiculous levels. "Stay outta my fight, city-slicker!" With a mighty roar, Lionel dug his sickle (which was starting to resemble a scythe) into the ground (which was mostly asphalt). "That bike don't look like it's made for off-roading!" Suddenly, the ground around Leske cracked and a thick field of wheat sprung up, clogging his tires and exhaust.<br/><br/>In the same instance, a field of corn appear behind Lionel. He removed his scythe from the ground and pointed dramatically. "Two can play at your game, cowboy! Corn-row artillery!" The corn stalks opened up and cobs of corn rocketed out, arcing low and down towards Leske and Stratus. And Scarlet. And Pullio.