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Before I could react, Connor wrapped his leg around my ankle, and rolled sideways, twisting me off of him. But he grabbed my wrist, and yanked me upward, whispering into my ear. "You don't have much time. Five minutes, at most. Run away and I'll hold them off." I blinked, confused. "W-what are you talking about?" "Those other villains-if they catch you, your dead. They don't know I'm here, but they sure as Hell know that you are. And their coming." "Wait-they know I'm here? Their coming here right now? Why?" He gripped my shoulders, looking me dead in the eyes. "They want to kill you, dumbass! Your too much of a threat to them, and their plans, so they want you out of the picture!" "Oh." I muttered, and then: "Well, they can't kill me. I've been training since I was very little. Plus, I just defeated you." "You don't understand. These villains-they're the strongest of the strong. You have to run. Now!" I scanned his eyes, trying to see if I could spot any hints at him calling his bluff, but there wasn't one. I could see pure terror, and panic, but also worry and genuine love. He kissed me on the lips, and I kissed back, but it was cit short when he pulled away. "Go. Tell the other heroes, tell them to come here, just don't come back yourself." I nodded, and ran over to my bike, snapped my helmet on, turned it on, and drove off, heading back to the university to warn Ms. Violet. "You better survive, you son of a bitch." I muttered as if Connor could hear me.