It wasn't a gallant dance, it was two men swinging blades in the mud. Pinning the knight's swordarm, Oris stabbed him in the eye.
He sang a song alone: A man now a monster, a giant spider playing two lutes. The she-spider surprised him. "Were you cursed too?"
The exers hammed up their cat and dog stereotypes: Ray hissed, Max barked. A push for a pull, faux kung-fu, and laughter.
Former adult prisoners now listened as children. "Welcome to Cleanslate Reformatory, a 2nd chance for supervillains"
"A rich white boy avenges his parents by fighting crime. He's a superhero. A poor black girl does the same.. and she's a terrorist."
"I'm not amused, I hated being a teen!" He took her hand. "Come on, Mel! Who gets a chance to be 15 again? Let's have that date!"
Telepathically nonexistent to their minds, he lifted a middle finger to the security camera and casually walked past the armed guards. They'd see it later.
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