(http://www.espaciomarvelita.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/Ghost_Rider+Concept_Art_by_Jerad_S_Marantz_02a.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>The GhostRider<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York City Street<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>The Four Ultron drones did pose quite a challenge, but as the forth one melted into a puddle of metallic goo from the fires of Hell. The Rider stood victorious on his battlefield. Though not all the fires that were burning wildly out of control was the doing of the Ultron Drones. A lot of it was from The Rider. For Several minutes, he stood in the middle of the intersection. The fires lazily flickering from his charred skull. Stark's message wouldn't be able to reach the Rider as he didn't carry a cell phone, nor was he in the vicinity of a working radio.<br/><br/>A deep menacing growl rumbled deep in the chest of hte Rider as he tried to sense the origin of the Evil that permeated the City. He would feel a soft nudging at his leg as the fiery front wheel of Sophia rolled against him, much like a Horse coming to her master. The Rider quickly turned, and threw his leg over his loyal steed. Gripping the Handle bars, the Rider revved the throttle, and the Bike roared in response. however, Before he would leave. He would see if there was anyone left around.<br/>