[A video is posted. Snowman and Caliborn face off, in a suitably semi-symbolic manner. She neatly sidesteps the first hail of bullets behind a pillar and replies with a thrown dagger. It lodges in his shoulder, and he tears it out with an enraged yell. His crowbar-and-knife wielding charge is halted by her whip, which sends him to the floor where some over-sized underling had guarded the first bomb. Perhaps a giclops? It's difficult to tell. Caliborn responds with a blur of instinctive time power, a thin crackle of golden magic and a faint over-accelerated ticking accompany this maneuver as he powers up. He speeds past her, clipping her side with his crowbar as he goes. Snowman retains her footing, but clutches her side with a grimace. A thin trickle of galaxy-blue blood drips to the floor, though her dress conceals the extent of the wound. Caliborn pauses, basking in the glow of violence and subjugation. Then produces his rifle again. The video ends.]