The Spoiler's aim was dead on, and the impact produced a feminine yelp of pain as the flaming figure rolled forward.<br/><br/>Outside of the dust, he could see the three would-be robbers clearly.  The first was a lean man whose black bodysuit covered everything but his eyes as he whirled to face the Spoiler.  The second, just getting to her feet with her aura of flames intact, was a tall woman with bright red hair, beautiful but now quite angry-looking, her costume black slashed with red and orange.  The third was a figure in shiny metallic armor -- it was crude compared to some battlesuits, but looked functional enough.<br/><br/>"What, already?  We'll take this asshole.  Tin, get the goods!"<br/><br/>The battlesuit nodded and turned, boot jets firing to launch it down the hallway at great speed.  The woman hurled a searing bolt of flame, missing the incoming Spoiler by inches.  The man in black reared back a second later, and his arm stretched impossibly as he threw a punch, which caught the Spoiler directly on the jaw from nearly twenty feet away.<br/><br/>For all its momentum, it didn't even sting.  Undaunted, the man instantly seized the Spoiler's shoulder and let the rest of his body spring along after him, trying to wrap one elastic arm around the Spoiler's throat for a chokehold, but was thrown free easily.