They looked at each other. Nova grinned.
came a calm voice from the observation deck. “But this time, try thinking .” superheroine central
she said. “Tempo’s power is rhythm-based. If you fight to his beat, you lose. So today, you dance to yours.” They looked at each other
They launched—a blur of light, shadow, speed, and stubborn hope. Below, Meridian City sparkled, unaware of the tap-dancing prehistoric crisis about to unfold. you lose. So today