"Mom! Look! It's Weaver!"

  "It's not safe here." Weaver lightened his voice. "You two should get as far as you can."

  Crimson Order members struggled to get out from under the truck. "You there, Shadow?" Weaver searched around for Umbra. The search would have to wait — more Crimson Order raided the bank.

  "I didn't expect the shadow hero to show up," Pryce said, tightening his fist. "What if the Obsidiorite isn't here?"

  Dimitri was quiet and calcutive. "It is surely here," he muttered. "These men need to work quicker—"

  "Wow. A gravity maniputor and a guy with wings? Did you two meet at a ‘Vilins Who Skip Leg Day’ convention?"

  Dimitri whipped his head around. All the stationed guards? Defeated. They hadn't even made a sound. All that was left was Weaver.

  "And who might you be?" Dimitri groaned.

  "Spider boy..." Pryce said, squinting his eyes. "I heard of you. The so-called new kid on the block."

  "Well, first of all, I'm not a spider."

  "I ain't in the mood for this."

  Pryce lunged, then froze as Weaver’s body jerked upward as if yanked by invisible wires. One moment, he was within reach; the next, his body hung from the ceiling. Pryce stumbled, gazing upward.

  "Gravity powers?" He questioned.

  Weaver's mask concealed his cocky smile. "Pretty sure that's your power. Mine is cooler." With a violent yank of his arm — the one anchored to the ceiling — the roof shattered. Pieces rushed towards Pryce, but the debris met Dimitri's wings instead.

  "Strings, hm?" Dimitri said. "That's why he called you a spider."

  "The party is over, guys. Let me take you in."

  The vilins shared a gnce. "I don't even know your name," Pryce growled.

  "You'll read it in your prison magazine. Now stand down."

  A sudden ssh attacked Weaver's back. He turned, blocking the Crimson Order's strike just in time, but he forgot about the main fight. Pryce's humming knife lodged itself in Weaver's back. The hero's body jerked, and his lowered guard caused him to nd on his back, driving the knife further.

  "Who do you think you are? Leave this stuff to the pros, kid." The knife struggled under Weaver and flew back into Pryce's hand. "Every damn kid with powers think they can py hero. Makes me sick."

  He lunged for the killing strike - only for thin strings to yank him backward. "Another one?!" He shot through the air across the bank before a vicious uppercut unched him vertically. The strings tensed. He crashed face-first into the marble floor.

  As the second Weaver dissolved into a pile of string, the first one stood up. With a light tug, his string wrapped around Pryce and tied him completely.

  "Dimitri, get me out of here!" Pryce barked.

  Dimitri barely gnced over, rolling his eyes. "Why haven’t they found it yet..."

  His focus sharpened just in time to snatch the string hurled at him. Dimitri surged upward, yanking Weaver off his feet.

  "You have to do better than that, spider boy."

  Weaver didn't pay attention to Dimitri's words. Instead, his eyes locked on an unfortunate ckey. Strings wrapped around them, and the hero used him as a living projectile, successfully taking Dimitri out of the sky. Weaver nded gracefully—Dimitri crashed.

  A small break finally came. "Where the hell is the shadow..." He shook his head, pushed through the pain of his wound, and darted towards the back vault of the bank. The vault was sealed shut. Guns, hammers, nothing was affecting it. Their only way in — a combination interface.

  "You try 1961?" Weaver's out-of-pce voice cut through the thick atmosphere; the Order members' reactions ranged from annoyed to scared. Who was this guy? How strong was he? They didn't have the answers; what they did have was one new goal: defeat Weaver.

  A new string clone turned the five-on-one into a more manageable matchup. The battle was over almost as quickly as it began. Weaver outmatched the Order members, tying them all up in a pile.

  ZIP!

  Dimitri, with Weaver in hand, crashed into the vault. There was no time to focus on the scene change. It was a fight for their survival.

  Weaver grunted as his knee got kicked in by the vilin. An attempt to break the ceiling failed — He wasn't strong enough. The wasted time from tugging let Dimitri seize Weaver's hand, and sm it onto the ground.

  The String clone rejoined the battle, grabbing Dimitri and letting his real self nd a strike. But a clone wasn't a match for the wings, and he dissolved when they flexed. Weaver threw debris; Dimitri swatted it. The next thing Weaver knew — his head was pulsing against the wall.

  Pryce joined the fight te, but found the lights for the vault. A gss box in the back with a bck crystal stole the spotlight.

  "I told you it was here," Dimitri said.

  The gss shattered under the pressure of Pryce's knife, revealing that the treasure was humming. A victory p wasn't an option, as a tendril shot from the floor and grabbed the Obsidiorite, wrapping it in a cocoon.

  Out of the same hole, Umbra came into the light. A tendril shot from his back, grabbing Weaver and bringing the two heroes together. Standing on either side of the vault, the two factions looked at each other.