Wraith Warrior- paranormal bank robber

Wraith Warrior.

He was a mid-tier supervillain at best but based on how the battle was going- seemed to be having a good run this time. His black robe and infamous plague-doctor mask both looked fully intact. In his hand, Wraith Warrior wielded a massive scythe.

“Hey kid,” a deep demonic voice addressed Kyle, “Step back two feet.”

Without thinking, he moved backwards at least five feet. Wraith Warrior nodded with approval.

“I said, SURRENDER!”

A boom echoed across the neighborhood as a woman slammed feet-first into the ground. Based on the red one-piece costume, flowing white cape, D-cup breasts almost flowing out of the top of her outfit, and signature white mask- Kyle recognized her as The Hammer. She was a mid-tier superhero in terms of powers but in terms of attractiveness- definitely up with the greats. The Hammer’s pushed her long blonde hair out of her face. She stood with imposing authority and pure raw power. She possessed super strength and flight- but unlike other superheroes- was always on a time crunch. Her powers only worked for half an hour before needing recharge. This unfortunate quirk prevented her from joining the superhero upper tier. But she was still very dangerous, even with the time limit.

“Hammer Girl,” Wraith Warrior’s demonic voice slithered through the air, “We meet again.”

“So we do,” she huffed dismissively, “That new toy of yours won’t save you,” she pointed to his scythe, “It’s time to turn yourself in.”

“You’ve got it all wrong-” the Wraith Warrior’s fingers tapped rhythmically on the hilt of the scythe, “It’s time for you to surrender- or leave- your choice.”

“Leave? Like I’d just let you walk away with a million dollars in stolen cash,” The Hammer laughed.

Wraith Warrior raised his scythe.

“Very well then…”