A Meeting of the World’s Finest

Perhaps it was the remembrance of ‘Chimera’ that caused Sam’s swing to go wild and miss the banshee’s head entirely.

'You keep forgetting lesson number thirty-three, kid,' Chiron sighed.

“I know.” Sam ducked to avoid the long, emaciated hand that had reached out for his neck. “I know.”

Luckily, he wasn’t fighting this banshee alone. Jackboot’s kick to the horror’s back disrupted its attempt to let loose another horrifying death wail while allowing Sam to correct his misstep.

He slid underneath the banshee’s reach and then swung Onus up at its exposed chin. The hammer’s cylindrical head smacked hard against the horror’s jaw, causing its head to snap back in a way that would have decapitated a regular human.

“Thanks for the assist!” Jackboot called. “Now, allow me to finish this!”

Sam spared the other hero a glance and saw that Jackboot was now on the other side of the street from where he and the banshee were duking it out. “How’d he—”