The icy monster gathered himself to lunge at the Spoiler, only to be met by the full force of the Staff of Trismegistus.  An awful scream of pain echoed across the parking lot and probably most of Casper, as Chilly Pete tried to fight closer and somehow get hold of his assailant...until finally the elemental collapsed, beginning to lose cohesion and melt a bit.<br/><br/>The bank's parking lot was an utter disaster; just a few seconds of Chilly Pete's rampage had left most of the place torn up and iced over, with ruined cars everywhere.  (Hopefully everyone's property was properly insured for metahuman damage).  Sirens echoed in the distance, as emergency vehicles sped towards the scene.<br/><br/>Hotshot very slowly poked his head around the side of the truck, staring at what was left of his enemy.  He rubbed his goggles carefully, as if making sure he was really seeing what he thought, before straightening up and stepping out with his hands up.  "Um...I surrender?"  He was limping slightly, the leg of his costume torn.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Chilly Pete is unconscious and dying.  Hotshot sure as hell isn't going to stop the Spoiler from killing him, so presumably this is the end of Puddle Pete.</div></div>