Even as Kyle watched, the figure launched itself at him from thirty yards away. As it soared
effortlessly through the air, Kyle stole a glance at the museum. All of the flames had disappeared, but
smoke drifted up from still-smoldering rubble. If he took away the shield now, the firefighters might
perish in a reawakened inferno.
Kyle wasn't really afraid, because he knew the ring would protect him from whatever this assailant
could do. So he braced himself, ready for the impact. But it never came. Instead, the weird figure
spiraled in the air and came to rest, hovering six feet in front of him.