"I'm Warlock!" the staff-wielder insisted.  "And you'll see...wait, dude,<em>what</em>?"<br/><br/>Everyone was staring by the time the Spoiler's speech ended.  Several reporters dropped their notepads and/or modern equivalents, and Juliana Rosenberg was edging away from the rest of the group.<br/><br/>Hellcat looked taken aback, to say the least.  "I...is this seriously a fucking job offer?  What the hell kind of hero are you?"  She crouched, her aura of flame coming<br/><br/>Maple Master smirked, and the pavement was looking poorly as vines began to creep unsubtly along the ground.  Warlock raised his staff nonchalantly, a pale blue gem flickering, and the wind picked up even more, becoming almost visible in a few places around the street...