Damn. here he was, needing to get his ass bailed out by a genuine super hero. Clearly, he's been letting himself slip.  Still, he's not going to complain about it; he's a pragmatist.  The genuine super hero provides the glorified vigilante with a distraction, which he exploits. Deftly popping back up onto his feet, and moving away from Dark Star, he'd hook his foot underneath his crossbow and kick it up into the air.<br/><br/>Snatching it from the air with his right hand, he'd be using the left to open a small quiver of sorts along his back; it was sealed, so he hadn't lost the bolts when he lost everything else. Freeing one from the cylindrical container, he'd quickly load the crossbow, and point it towards Red's chest. "Deal with the truck, and I'll handle the fiery one, eh?" He'd say to Powerman without taking his eyes off his current target.