The quick footed young lady chased after the two as a spectator, watching them play out a chase themselves. Cutting corners, hopping over fences and through crowds of people, it wasn't long until the helmeted, masked heroine rammed at the perp with the furious thirst for justice that a bull might have for it's matador.
"You caught'em! That's was a sweet Run, totally cool way to Do ya know!" Molly shouted with much fluttering glee. The Heroine brushed herself off, having hand-cuffed the man and retrieved a petty purse, shrugging. "Yes I guess, was this yours I assume, I'm sorry if he took this from you miss. But rest assured Archnemon won't let such petty thieves get away with it!" The lady said with a naive bravado.
"Oh, no it's actually not mine. I just came in for the Run, you know?" Molly told her.
"Come again?" The arachnid themed superhero said confused.
An explosion interrupted them from a far, seeming to come from miles away in down city. "Gotta run!"
"She's with the others now. Keep a close eye on her and don't let her out of our sight!" A high ranking orderly apostle, the Primarch said scolding a few lower level hooded individuals. They nodded, and sat by as the infant rested, even if wide awake. Not a scream of sound was heard from it.
"We've got that other one you requested Mi'lord! The King's daughter, all ready for the Ransoming!" A newly arrived convert announced.
"Excellent!" The Primarch exclaimed twaddling his fingers.
