Figues out Lung's power and counters him with a Dragonslayer

The word wasn’t really needed, but it helped me focus. I let go of the Hundred-Faced Hassan, and immediately, all of myself vanished, leaving just me. Lung, blazing bright with orange flames dancing around him, was suddenly clear of bodies and directly within sight. I could see the moment his eyes found me, the snarl that curled on his mouth. He had already grown another few inches, and his fingers were tipped with wicked-looking claws. Splotches of silver were starting to pop out atop his skin, small and shiny and shaped vaguely like —

Wait. Lung meant “dragon” in Chinese, didn’t it? I couldn’t remember where I’d heard that, maybe on PHO, but it was like a bolt of lightning struck my brain. Lung didn’t just get bigger and stronger the longer he fought, he transformed. And what would a guy who named himself “dragon” transform into? A dragon.

It felt a little on-the-nose. I mean, it couldn’t be that obvious, could it? Would anyone really give away the secret of their powers that easily? Maybe, maybe not — there was no way for famous capes to escape a certain notoriety about their powers and how they worked, so the effort to conceal them with a strange name wouldn’t always work. That said, I would’ve thought you’d want to keep your powers’ true nature a secret, so choosing a vague or unrelated cape name could help surprise your enemies. But the man wore a dragon-shaped mask, named himself “dragon” in Chinese, and had dragon tattoos all over his chest. I was starting to notice a pattern.

Right. Well then, what Hero was better suited to fighting a dragon than a dragonslayer?

I reached out with my power, and another time, a dozen or more Heroes might have offered themselves up for use. Each of them would have been a dragonslayer, each would have put down at least one dragon in his myth, and some might even have tamed them. But I had already chosen one, even before reaching out. I had already done the research to know that this was the one I wanted.