Hi Barbara!
In the faint light of dusk, Lois saw MagiKal stand on a small ledge that surrounded one of the older brickstone buildings on the fringes of the Southside.
Going to do a tightrope act? Sans rope.
The sight of him was a welcome distraction after a busy news week, filled with a series of arsons.
Right during Crush?
Suddenly, a burst of flames erupted seemingly out of nowhere. Lois had seen fire breathers before, but usually they carried a torch. Another burst of flames erupted, this time from a spot on the building several feet higher up. How had he even got there so quickly? A third eruption followed, even more impressive than the last one and from yet another spot.
How does he get flames? He’s not lighting his own flatulence, is he?
A deafening explosion rocked the building on the other side of the street. Shards of glass rained down on the crowd below. Excited cheers turned to startled cries as flames burst through the broken windows. MagiKal was forgotten.
Yeah, am not sure that showing a fire trick in a neighborhood plagued by arson is a good idea. Cops might get curious.
Lois blinked. *He carried it?*
No, it’s just smoke and mirrors.
Houdini?" Lois whispered. "Is Clark here, too?"
Yeah, up there.
She was desperate to talk to someone about what she'd just witnessed
Yes, MagiKal set a building on fire, then used a prefabricated platform to “rescue” several audience members.
Did you see that?" Someone next to her grumbled, outraged. "He put people in danger for a magic trick."
See? See?
Michael
