<div class="floatright">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/183/f/9/she_hulk_commission_by_marclaming-d55pn0o.jpg)</div><br/>The spear had connected, each blurred thrust sliding over her skin as she was going for the insulting bastard again. Blind momentarily for the world around her until Chance's voice was heard over the intercom and she saw him carrying Dream. They were losing and retreat was the sound thing to do now that civilians were out of danger...however much she wanted to punch Pantheon and continue to do so for whatever amount of time it would take to make him bleed.<br/>Only her father would know the real effort it took for her to go after the shield instead. Grabbing it as she shouted. "Take your sorry ass back to Tart'R'Us and get your rubber spear checked<em>uncle</em>. Here's your bloody shield to go!" She spun as if throwing a giant disk then released and sent the shield sky high with an aim towards the ocean. Hopefully that would keep their backs free so they could retreat.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">1 hero point spent.</div></div><br/><br/><br/><br/>