Lois Breaks Her Grip

With practiced ease, Lois Lane twisted her wrist. Super-strong as many superheroes and villains were, few of them knew anything of martial arts or leverage, and the catwoman was surprised at the ease with which the reporter's wrist slipped out of her grip...and Lois bent down over the fallen Black woman.

"What the hell are you doing, idiot?" Cheetah growled.

In answer, Lois Lane grabbed the fallen woman's mask and began to peel off her jacket.

There was a scream...and Cheetah's pointed ears pricked up. With a yowl of frustration, the cat-woman's claws slashed across the cloth walls, disappearing through the rent. Lois Lane didn't bother to watch her go; she was busy peeling off the rest of her clothes.

More screams followed from the direction that Cheetah had gone in. Lois Lane, now naked and bearing the damaged tiger-mask, lifted up the naked Black woman and carried her further down the cloth corridor.

Figures emerged and pushed past Lois Lane. All women, all naked, in masks, wielding swords, knives, and wicked-looking metal claws on their bare hands. None of them gave Lois a second glance, so the reporter pushed deeper, back toward wherever they had come from...until one of them, seeing the reporter staggering under her load, held open a flap, and Lois thankfully ducked through it.

There were cushions here, and wooden masks hanging from the wall...and something Lois hadn't seen yet: a wooden door. The naked reporter laid the naked Black woman on the cushions and checked her over. The nose was smashed flat and bloody, but Lois could feel a pulse and the woman seemed to be breathing okay. Lois piled the cushions to lift the woman's legs above her chest, and then stood up and stepped toward the door.