“It’s been twenty minutes, and he still hasn’t responded!” Em stared at her phone and pouted, wrapping her arms around her head in frustration.
“He is a superhero. Maybe he’s busy fighting crime.” Kelly sat across from the blonde in their booth, sipping on a cappuccino.
“Please, Kel. It’s called multitasking. Remember that meteor I redirected last week? I was face-timing him from the exosphere. What’s his excuse?”
Linda scoffed. “I don’t know, maybe the fact he can’t move faster than the speed of sound, or punch holes through sheer titanium? I get this is hard for you to wrap your head around, but most heroes can’t beat a supervillain from halfway across the planet in the time it takes a normal person to sneeze.”
“Speed of sound? Underselling me a bit there, don’t you think?”
“Sorry, I stopped counting after mach 100,000.” Kelly sighed, scrunching her brow. “Point is: you can’t hold Matt to your unattainable standards.” She paused to take a sip of her drink
In that split second, Em’s ears perked up, listening to the sounds of rubber scraping asphalt, cars accelerating past the speed limit, police shouting into their radios. As Kelly lifted her cup to her lips, Em bolted out of the 3rd story cafe and appeared in the middle of a busy intersection seven blocks over. A speeding sports car hurtled towards her, the masked driver not even noticing her presence. It was too late. Crushing the hood with a stomp of her foot, Em stopped the car on a dime, bits of crumpled metal and shattered glass flying past her. Caught in the inertia, the two felons in the front seats flew through the windshield. Em caught them both by their collars and gently knocked their skulls together.
“Bonk.” She left the two passed out goons in the street for the cops to pick up and returned to the cafe just like that.
Before Kelly set her cup down, Em returned to her seat, not missing a beat of the conversation. “That’s not fair to him.”
“And waiting this long is fair to me?” Em showed Kelly her screen, sharing the text left on read. “Check this pic I sent him. What C-list supervillain could possibly take priority over this sexy bod?” The selfie showed Em naked in the Antarctic, biting her lower lip and holding her phone up with one hand while pressing her tits together with the other. The message above it read: Brrrr! It’s so cold out here all by my lonesome. If only I brought a smoking hot stud to keep me warm.
Kelly grimaced, the phone’s blue light reflecting in her eyes. Clearly flirting isn’t one of your super powers. “Again. I’m sure he’s just got his hands full. Only a total dunce would tire of dating the world’s greatest–”
“And hottest.”
“... and hottest hero. Not to mention you two are the perfect fit, what with his powers and all.”
Em let out a dreamy sigh, pining for her Material Man’s tantalizing touch. “No one else can compare. Or survive, for that matter. Not in bed with me.”
“Does the bed even survive?”
“We stopped using beds altogether. Got tired of replacing them.”
That explains the uptick in earthquakes as of late. “In any case, we should steer the conversation elsewhere. Get your mind off him for a minute. Let’s see …” Kelly rubbed her chin in contemplation. “My love life is non-existent, my accounting career pales in comparison to what you do for a living. We could talk about sports? You watch any sports?”
“Whatever happened to that Owson fella?” Em asked, refusing to put her phone away. “You still have the hots for him?”
“That bitch Becky from sales got to him first. There’s actually a whole story there. You see–”
Em’s ears perked up again. Screaming. Falling debris. Thundering booms. “Goddammit! Kel, I gotta go. Titanica is rampaging again.”
“Back in five?” Kelly took another sip of her cappuccino.
“Three tops. I’m not in the mood to play around with her today.” Em pocketed her phone and stood up, tossing some cash on the table. “Get me a danish while I’m out, ‘kay? Thanks.” A black and blue streak brushed past Kelly, a gust of wind filling the void where Em once stood.
A hundred fifty miles south, in an entirely different state, the city streets erupted into chaos. A behemoth of a woman strode past high rises that only reached up to her waist. The ground shook beneath her gait, each step cracking the pavement below.
Adorned in torn, white drapes around her chest and waist, Titanica peered down at the humans with contempt, overshadowing the puny race with her apparent superiority. “You call this the dominant species?” Her thundering voice deafened those nearest. “Pathetic. You are all but ants to me.” She bent down and picked up a car trapped in the gridlock, gripping onto the mid-size sedan as if it were a Hot Wheel. The family inside banged against the windows, their doors unable to open thanks to the pressure of Titanica’s lumbering fingers. “You think to escape me? Impossible. Your metal contraptions will not save you.”
“No, but I will.” Like a blazing comet, Em crashed fist first into Titanica’s ginormous face, sending the giantess reeling. In her sudden daze, she released her hold on the car, dropping it only a couple inches before Em swooped in and caught it. She held the vehicle aloft with one hand, lowering it to the ground to the tune of resounding cheers from within. The instant the wheels touched the road, the family burst out of the car and joined the other pedestrians in fleeing.
“Thank you, Miracle Girl!”
Em waved them off just as Titanica recovered from that first punch. Ready for round two, the leather-clad hero took off like a jet fighter, hovering before Titanica’s monstrous visage.
“I see prison corrected neither your morals nor your fashion sense.” Em pointed at the giantess’ outfit, if one was generous enough to call it that. “Seriously? White drapes? What do you think this is, 1958?”
“You’re one to talk, Miracle Girl. Where’s your costume?”
“At the laundromat.” In lieu of her iconic leotard and miniskirt, Em wore her civilian attire: a chic leather jacket, form-fitting jeans, and stiletto boots. “Not my fault supervillains only wreak havoc when it’s least convenient. But hey, at least fighting you in high heels might give me some semblance of a challenge,” the flying woman said, kicking her foe square across the cheek. Titanica tumbled into a condemned apartment building, toppling the structure under her falling rear and reducing it to rubble.
Hovering victorious above the wreckage, Em noticed one of the people she just saved, a teen girl, had stayed behind, waving to her from the sidewalk a few yards away.
“OMG! Miracle Girl, I’m your biggest fan!” she screamed, clutching her school yearbook. “Can I please have your autograph?”
“Sure thing, fam.” Em zoomed up to the squealing girl and grabbed her yearbook, opening to her class’ page. “Woah, is that my catchphrase as your senior quote?”
“It sure is.” The girl raised her fist and pointed at an imaginary symbol on her chest. “‘By the hope in my heart, I vow to vanquish evil. For the good of the world and all who call it home!’”
“Look at you. Got the pose down and everything.” While the two spoke, Titanica got back on her feet, brushing off the dirt and debris. “Take those words to heart, you hear? Let them guide your path forward.” Em held the book tight and rocketed off, punching Titanica in the gut before returning to her fan. The giant woman crumpled to the ground, holding her aching stomach in her arms. “Alrighty then …” Em scribbled a bunch of words beside the teen’s picture and handed the yearbook back to her.
Keep up the good fight, Stacy. -Your biggest fan, Miracle Girl.
“OMG! Thank you so much! You’re the coolest hero ever. Can I please get a selfie?” The girl hopped in place as she begged, her hands clasped together as if in prayer.
“Only if you promise to treat all those you meet with kindness and respect.”
“Absolutely!” While the girl pulled out her phone, Em flew over to Titanica, grabbed her by the hair, and slammed her face into the street, forming a pothole the size of a swimming pool. She then returned to the girl and smiled with her into the camera just before the flash went off.
“Now, get back to your folks. I’m sure they’re worried about ya. And remember, when you see a person in need …”
“Offer them a helping hand!”
“You got it.” Em patted her on the back and sent the girl on her way. Flying over to her fallen foe, flashing lights and sirens surrounded the giantess, the police arriving to apprehend her. “She’ll be out cold for another hour; plenty of time to lock her away in a containment field.”
“Thanks, Miracle Girl. We can handle things from here,” one of the coppers said, removing his cap out of respect. “Appreciate all you do for us. We couldn’t have stopped her so quickly without you.”
“Don’t mention it. I rely on you first responders just as much. Can’t be everywhere at once after all.” With that, Em took to the skies and flew back to the cafe one state over, boring through the clouds at breakneck speeds. A frigid wind blew through her hair, cooling Em off after barely working up a sweat. Mid-flight, she checked her phone, the device reinforced with titanium to withstand the extreme conditions she subjected it to. No response. Goddammit.
When she returned to the cafe, Em found a warm danish waiting for her at their table. “You’re a life saver, Kel.”
“Get a hold of Matt yet?” Kelly hadn’t finished her cappuccino within the span of her friend’s departure, sipping on what remained in her cup.
Em sighed, seeking comfort in her danish. “No.” Cream cheese splattered across her lips, the crisp dough succumbing to Em’s superhuman teeth. It reminded her of Matt in that it was sweet and she loved how it felt in her mouth.
“I got a question: why don’t you use your super hearing to find where he’s at? I’m sure you have the sound of his heartbeat on speeddial, or however that works.”
“I do, but I’m respecting his privacy,” she said, moping. It took all her willpower not to lock onto his location in an instant. “It’s not like I don’t trust him. I’m just so bored.”
“Wow. Thanks.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Em looked both ways and leaned in close to whisper to her friend. “I’m hornier than a rabbit in heat, Kel. But I got an image to maintain. I can’t just put that shit on full blast.”
“Girl, you fought off an alien invasion in a microkini because they interrupted your photoshoot for Sports Illustrated. You destroyed your ‘pure of heart’ image years ago.”
“Hey, they got some good shots that day. Real dynamic stuff. Showed off my glutes and everything.” Em spat out her danish at the sound of her phone ringing, covering Kelly in a spattering of cream cheese and fried dough. Without so much as an apology – her focus trained elsewhere – Em answered the call, her boyfriend’s handsome features appearing on video.
“Hey, Muffin. Sorry for not replying sooner. I got, uh–” Jagged teeth clamped down beside him, a gray, scaley jaw missing him by a hair. “Easy there, big fella!” The Material Man wrapped his elongated arm around the beast’s snout, muzzling it while he spoke with his girlfriend. Even while he fought a giant lizard monster, Matt’s hair stayed perfectly coiffed, each lock vivid and luxurious. “Sorry about that. Local gang leader dropped a komodo dragon in a vat of radioactive waste. Y’know, the usual.”
“Do you need my help?” Em asked, getting lost in her lover’s deep blue eyes.
“Nah, I got this under control. You don’t have to trou- Woah!” Atomic breath shot out of the lizard’s mouth, singeing a few of those hairs and earning Em’s eternal ire. But Matt hardened his skin into fire-retardant iron, suppressing the lizard’s attack and sealing its mouth shut once more. “Ha! Nice try! I’m fine here, Muffin. Just enjoy yourself in the meantime, and we can go on that date once I’m wrapped up here-eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” The lizard tore apart its muzzle and the call dropped out.
Em sat there and stared a hole into her half-eaten danish.
“Well, you gonna go to him?” Kel asked, wiping crumbs off her new top.
“Huh? No, you heard him. He doesn’t need my help. He’s more than capable on his own.” Em chewed the inner lining of her cheek, drawing small spurts of blood. She was the only lifeform on the planet to accomplish such a feat.
“I heard what he said, but it didn’t sound like he had things under control.”
“I can’t just swoop in and save the day every time he runs into trouble. He’s a superhero too, a damn good one at that. Think of his reputation. I’ll just wait here for him.” Em sat back and tapped her foot, her thoughts racing as she listened in on her boyfriend’s fight with her super hearing.
“You’re worried sick, aren’t you?”
“How can you tell?”
“Because the whole building is shaking.” Stilling her foot, Em noticed all the other patrons holding onto their tables, keeping their food and drinks from falling off. “Go to him. He’s fending off a mutant komodo dragon. His reputation will survive.”
“Thanks, Kel. Catch ya later!” Easily convinced, Em vanished in a gust of wind, the rest of her danish disappearing with her.
On the other side of the country, Matt fought off the raging dragon with his stretchy limbs. The towering beast stood on its hind legs, defying the evolutionary forces which dethroned its ancestors’ rule over Earth, and screeched a shrill call. Matt lured the creature into a deserted alley, creating a safe distance so no hapless civilians got caught in the crossfire. But the hero himself wasn’t so lucky.
The dragon lunged its tail at him, constricting the malleable man so that his kidneys were touching, and lifted him to its oozing maw. Toxic radiation leaked through its already toxic drool, its bite liable to either kill its victim outright or give them lizard-themed super powers. Material Man’s ever-changing molecular structure made him immune to such dangers, but few else could survive in its wake if he didn’t dispatch the creature here and now.
“Get your filthy mitts off my boyfriend!” Speaking of few else, Em hurled herself into the alley, roundhouse kicked the dragon in the throat, and sent the monster flying into the stratosphere, pinching Matt between her fingers before he flew off with it. “Baby, are you okay?”
Em held Matt close in her cupped palms, her bright eyes beaming down at her puny partner. He scratched his head and smiled at her. “I’m dandier than a peach pie on grandma's windowsill now that you’re here, Muffin.”
Faster than a lunging lizard tail, Em buried her man with a kiss, flattening him between her lips and palms. She loved how his miniature body literally melted at her overwhelming strength, the mighty mite becoming paste at her touch. Just as she was the last living member of her alien species, her boyfriend was one of a kind as well. The faulty shrink ray that gave Matt his molecular powers also reduced him to a mere two inches in height, making him the shortest man alive when he wasn’t stretching himself thin.
“Mwah! That’s more like it.” After a few minutes, Em finally gave her lover a chance to breathe.
“Where did you send that thing flying off to anyway?” Matt asked, recombobulating from a flesh puddle into his original shape.
“It’ll land in a Malaysian research facility. I’ve sent mutated critters there before. They rehabilitate them, so they can integrate them into modern society.”
“That was mighty thoughtful of ya. If only supervillains were that easy to recondition.”
“Tell me about it.” Em poked her boyfriend’s itty-bitty face, leaving a massive dent in his skull. She loved petting him knowing that however much pressure she applied, he’d always bounce back from it. Since awakening to her powers, he was the only person she could handle without restraint. “I dealt with Titanica again just before coming here.”
“She broke out again? What is her goal even? All she does is rampage through towns like she’s the star of a monster flick.”
“World domination? Something about subjugating those beneath her? I couldn’t tell ya.” Em shook her head, unable to comprehend why anyone would abuse the powers they were gifted. Titanica could use her size for the benefit of others, to serve good upon the world, and receive the heartfelt gratitude of the masses as her reward. But instead she isolates herself by spreading hate and misery. Em could never agree with such a blatantly irresponsible use of power. “Think of all the good she could do instead. You think if I keep rattling her brain it’ll get through to her?”
“You’re the most inspiring person I know. If anyone can show her the light, it’s you.” Matt gave her a giant thumbs up, inflating his hand so that it was larger than the rest of him. Em squealed and nuzzled him against her cheek, grinding his body into a paper thin wafer. When he finally broke free, or rather, when Em finally freed him, Matt popped back into shape. Seeing that handsome face again was one of the only reasons Em ever peeled him off of her. “But that’s enough shop talk for one day. I believe I owe you a date to the Antarctic."
“Now we’re talking.” Em bit her lower lip, waiting all goddamn day for this moment. Beads of sweat dribbled down Matt’s temple, trailing past his wide grin. No one knew the extent of his durability, but if anyone could find the breaking point, it was Miracle Girl. “But I don’t want you getting cold on the way there, so I’mma hold you some place special.”
Em dangled her shrunken superhero over her open mouth and rolled her tongue out to catch him, a humid blast of her breath greeting him on the way down. It smelled like cream cheese danish, his favorite. Landing on the giant tongue, Matt slid down into the depths of her maw, tastebuds prodding him as he slipped past. The whole “room” was slick with spit, and the air was thick with Em’s odorous breath. As her lips sealed behind him, darkness overtook Matt’s superhuman sauna, sealing him in the sub-tropic climate of his girlfriend’s mouth.
Wasting no time, Em rolled her boyfriend off her tongue and onto her molars, each ivory monolith harder than diamonds and stronger than graphene. A simple nibble would tear through flesh like a serrated knife through a warm stick of butter, but the molecular man’s skin was no mere flesh. Em chomped down on him without mercy, reducing him to mush with a single bite.
The Material Man’s costume was not crafted of actual cloth. In fact, it was actually a part of his body reshaped into an outfit. This allowed it to stretch with his limbs and morph into whatever material he required. Even his watch and phone were constructs of his own flesh and bone, emulating the actual technology by replicating their components. Fortunately for him, this meant Em could pulverize him into paste and not damage any of his belongings.
Em chewed on Matt until he was no longer recognizable: a fleshtone wad of chewing gum that never lost its flavor. She blew a big bubble out of him, Matt not popping until he reached the size of a baseball. His skin grew so thin it became see-through, covering Em’s lips, nose, and chin before she sucked him all back inside.
“Ready, babe?” she asked, dropping him into her gumline to talk clearly. He snaked an arm through her plump lips and held a thumbs up to her eye. Smirking, she slurped his arm up like a noodle and took off, gnawing him senseless as she flew south.
Normally, Em could arrive at the south pole in under a minute from anywhere else across the globe, but she wanted to savor her lover on the trip there. The intense heat passing over the equator had no effect on her, but it increased her internal temperature until her mouth became a pressure cooker. Matt’s sweat mixed with Em’s saliva, his pliable body releasing heat as quickly as he absorbed it. As the spit built up, Em clamped down on her boyfriend, holding him in place while she swallowed. Her throat created a true vacuum in her mouth, its strength rivalling that of the infinite vacuum of space, but unsealing her lips let in enough fresh air to keep Matt breathing.
Further south, the temperate air cooled into a frigid chill, nipping at Em’s skin to no avail. Though it tried penetrating her skin, her internal temperature overpowered it in spades, keeping Matt nice and toasty as they entered the Antarctic Circle. Reaching her destination, Em began her descent, finding a suitable location for a super-powered soiree.
Em landed in a barren area deep within the snowy wastes, the surrounding perimeter devoid of life. Curious, she checked the weather app on her phone. The nearest thermometer read a cozy -49°C, a primo temperature for love making. She spat her boyfriend out into her palm, his deformed, spit-soaked mass sticking to her skin, and breathed on him, a hazy fog clinging to the shrunken fellow. One of her less conventional powers, Em could manipulate the temperature with her breath, creating clouds containing their own pocket climates. This ability proved useful when rescuing people from burning buildings or frozen tundras, or if a device or sample she’s recovering requires exposure to a specific temperature. But it proved most useful when she wanted to bring her boyfriend somewhere isolated and away from private eyes, say an iceberg or an active volcano.
Slowly reforming, the sentient flesh pile quivered and squelched. Em’s teeth jumbled all Matt’s molecules around to the point he couldn’t tell a leg apart from an arm, hampering the process of repairing himself. While her boyfriend focused on that, Em closed her fingers around him and led her arm through her jacket sleeve. She kept a light grip on him, giving him plenty of room to reform.
“Alright, I think I got it,” he said, moving an eyeball from his foot into his face. When she uncurled her fingers, Em stood naked before him, giggling at the awestruck man in her palm.
“Why did you put your costume back on?” she asked, covering her smirk with her other hand.
“Oh, right.” Matt breathed in and sucked his outfit back into his skin. A purr rose from Em’s throat, the sight of her man in all his glory making her heart race.
“What’re ya waiting for, babe?” Em teased, playing with her lip. “Stroke it for me.”
Matt knew exactly what she wanted. He could increase the size of his extremities at will, but producing a reaction through physical stimulation invigorated the both of them. He sat down and wrapped his fingers around his shaft, pointing his other head in her direction and stroking it. He gazed at his girlfriend’s titanic tits, hardening both his member and his resolve.
“That’s it. Faster. Really work it for me. I need you primed and ready, so I can decimate you.” Keeping her man in sights, Em lowered him to her rear, holding him just below her firm cheeks. The view put the entire Louvre to shame, Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa unable to hold a candle to the Miracle Girl’s flawless beauty. Matt jerked it like his life depended on it, reaching full mast faster than a speeding bullet. But he didn’t stop there.
The Material Man’s malleable manhood grew beyond the limits of a normal erection. With each pump it acquired an extra inch in both length and girth. Matt elongated his fingers to fit around his ever increasing mass, the rest of his muscular frame thinning out to compensate.
Em brought her lover around to her face, eyeing the cock that was quickly surpassing her boyfriend’s height. She brushed its tip against her pillowy lips, supercharging his efforts. Matt’s real head deflated and withdrew into his torso, his chest following suit as every part donated more mass to his crotch. Eventually, his hand lost all its volume, his fingers but delicate strings against his hulking meat. Em helped him out by wrapping her fingers around the now nine inch monster, stroking it for him with her godly strength. What remained of the Material Man disappeared within his own penis, the veiny organ reaching proportions that would impress Titanica.
Fully engorged, the shape-shifter solidified his sack for his girl to easily grab hold of, transforming the two-inch man into a living behemoth of a dildo. Thick vapor clouds escaped Em’s mouth, the woman breathing heavy in anticipation. She fell ass-first onto the snow and spread her legs, guiding her lover to her fortress of solitude.
As a penis, Matt had full, tensile control over his entire phallic form. He could contort any part like a slithering serpent, his purple head hosting the same sapience as his real one. His slit quivering, Matt sniffed out Em’s feminine aroma and followed it home. Stretching forward, he penetrated her slobbering lips and wormed his way inside, the pink walls of her vagina closing in around him.
“Oh!” Em bucked her hips, cracking the permafrost beneath her. She plunged her living dildo deeper inside her, drowning the tip in her ejaculate. Her moans echoed across the barren landscape, the force of her thrusting creating fissures in the ground below the ice.
Matt left no room for air inside his girlfriend’s pussy, filling the space from wall to wall. While Em pushed from outside, he pushed within, his girth extending inside her and stuffing her full. Miniature hands sprouted from the shaft and massaged Em’s G-spot; a tongue unfurled from his balls and lapped at her clit. His head, a hardened diamond, pounded at her cervix, keeling the invincible woman over.
“Christ!” Em clenched with enough force to shatter pure platinum, pushing her boyfriend’s ductility to the absolute limit. The cracks in the permafrost grew into full blown craters, magma seeping up through the subterranean fissures. Seismographs picked up the earthquakes her bucking produced, alerting Antarctic researchers of the magnitude 10 quakes throwing their stations into chaos. Instruments broke and went off course, books flew off their shelves, coffee and hot cocoa gushed out of their mugs. Nothing remained standing save the buildings themselves. The sturdier ones, at least. Ice shelves broke off from land and dipped into the sea. The tremors Em produced went beyond the frozen continent, reaching the southern points of Africa, Australia, and South America. Her moaning could be heard the world over.
Pumping as hard as he could, Matt finally released, his enhanced physique dumping gallons of sperm into Miracle Girl, much of it spilling out in a torrent of her own ejaculate. Em climaxed with him, her constricting pussy pressing the living dildo into a linguine noodle. She milked her man dry with her unbearable pressure, draining him of every last drop.
Once she caught her breath, Em grabbed Matt by the balls and drew him out of her, the man a thin strand of his former self. She watched and waited for him to reform, the linguine noodle reeling itself in and morphing into a human shape.
“Good God, babe. You’re incredible.” Em kissed the shrunken man caught between her fingers, treating him gently for once and letting him maintain his form.
“Me? You’re the one who can flatten a mountain with a thrust of her hips.”
“And you’re the only one who can live through it.” She kissed him again, her lover reciprocating with puny pecks of his own. “Thank you for letting me unleash my full strength on you. You can’t fathom how tiresome it is holding back all the time.”
“Like driving a formula one car in bumper to bumper traffic?”
“That’s … actually not a bad way to put it. Only, if you press on the gas just a hair too hard, you kill everyone in front of you.”
Matt gulped, not envying his girlfriend’s position. “Well, I’m happy to help. That’s what heroes are for after all.”
Em laughed and pulled him in for a hug, the Material Man wrapping his elongated arms around her torso. “I love you.”
“I love you to–”
“Aw, for crying out loud!” Em’s ears perked up at the sound of distant rumbling. “Titanica already broke out of containment. Can’t this bitch ever take a break?”
“We better go stop her.” Matt stood in Em’s palm and stretched his muscles, physically twisting his back into knots. “When we’re finished, I’ll take you out to dinner. We can finally try that Parisian bistro you’ve been jonesing for.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Em went to retrieve her discarded clothes but found them buried in one of the fissures she made, covered in snow and dirt. “Fuck, I need to start taking better care of my wardrobe.”
“In need of a costume? Have no fear, miss. Material Man is here to save the day!” Matt jumped onto his girlfriend’s chest and stretched himself thin, covering her breasts, shoulders, arms, and spreading down to her waist to clothe all the important bits. As a bright red leotard, Matt hugged Miracle Girl tight, especially around the chest and wedged up her taint. From her shoulders, he produced a billowing blue cape, and from her hips a matching miniskirt. As the final piece of the costume, a bold, yellow M etched across her chest, the symbol of hope for all in need of it. “All set, Miracle Girl?”
“Ready, Material Man! Let’s kick some giant ass!” Kicking off the ground, Em launched into the air and flew towards the cries for help, the pair of heroes prepared to save the day once again and forever more.