Despite the shower of ice shards flooding the air, Sam knew they weren’t out of the woods yet, a fact made clear to him after he fell into the arms of a wounded Thunder.
“I knew you could do it, lame-brain,” she beamed at him.
“Th-thanks,” he stammered.
Even as blood dripped down her cheek from the new gash on her forehead, Sam couldn’t imagine anything more stunning than Thunder’s smile. They spent a second or two gazing into each other’s eyes before Farsight’s head popped up from behind their shoulders, a wink and grin playing on her face.
“Seriously, can you two wait to flirt after we escape this damnable haunted zone,” she teased.
Sam’s and Thunder’s cheeks flared long enough for Jackboot and Dr. Hearthstone to appear on either side of them. Neither hero commented on the obvious redness of their faces though. There were more immediate concerns on their minds.
“I vote we get out of here, now!” Jackboot said.