Lore had almost forgotten about Shadowgirl, until Windwalker glared past Lore’s shoulder.  “You’ve already corrupted her beyond all point of recovery, I see.”  He shook his head sadly.  “I knew I should not have let this potential for distortion fester so long, but I thought --- I suppose I had some sort of hope for your redemption, Firebird.  I am sad to see I was completely and utterly wrong.”

“Are you even listening to me?” Lore tried to protest, but Shadowgirl stomped up to Windwalker and drowned out Lore’s voice with her own.

“You should have known, Windy, that’s right.  You’re useless in this town, and you know it.  Powered heroes and villains are always going to be more connected, intimately allied, before freaks like you even enter the equation.”  She poked Windwalker’s broad chest with one thin finger, from which tendrils of dark smoke crept.

Swatting Shadowgirl’s hand away from him, Windwalker activated some of the fans in his gauntlets, dispelling the shadow still clinging to his chest by blasting it away from him.  “Get your hands off of me, foul creature of the night,” he said.  Lore was amazed at how cliché and scripted every thing that came out of his mouth sounded. 

Shadowgirl hissed something at Windwalker, which Lore didn’t quite catch, but Windwalker reacted violently, shoving the woman away so she had to stumble to keep her balance, stopping in a defensive crouch six feet away from the man.

“Firebird, I am sorry to have to say this, but the Everymen hereby condemn your actions on our streets of Seattle.  You have allied yourself to the Seven, and even if the public still recognize you as a hero, the Everymen will know better and will do everything in our power to defeat you.”  Windwalker looked solemn as he made his announcement, which sounded trite and rehearsed.

Lore shook her head, noticing that even Shadowgirl seemed bewildered by Windwalker’s insistence that Lore was a villain.  “What are you talking about, Windwalker?  I’m no more connected to the Seven than I am to your group!  I’m not a villain!”  Her anger materialized physically in bursts of flames around her fists, although she kept them controlled and didn’t give into her whims to throw the fire at Windwalker.

“Not a villain, but you threaten me with your powers!”  Windwalker shook his head, blond hair waving gently.  “Firebird, it’s time for your flame to be doused.”

Before Lore could protest at the action or the cheesy phrase, Windwalker activated his fans and propellers, rising swiftly into the air and aiming his arm jets directly at her.  The powerful gusts of wind knocked her back, and Lore raised her arms to her face in a vain effort to protect her.  All this managed to do, though, was blow out her fire and leave her with no way to easily catch herself as she fell back to the ground.

She struggled to push herself off the ground, but Windwalker was keeping a steady blast of wind power on her, trained on her even as she tried to roll away, her cape flapping and getting caught between her legs.  Any flames she tried to form were immediately blown out of existence.