On his feet again, Batman bounded across the floor, coming to a halt beside a red fire extinguisher
dipped to a wall. He snatched it from its strapping, the heel of his other hand slamming into its
release button. He whirled and aimed the unwieldy cylinder, and the Stone King roared with anger as
he disappeared in a curtain of thick foam.
It won't hurt him, but perhaps it'll blind him long enough for me to—
Holding the heavy cylinder by its end, the Dark Knight swung it into the mass of foam. There was a
satisfying metallic thud as the extinguisher hit its target, and even though he couldn't see him, Batman
felt the Stone King stagger under the blow.
He swung the cylinder again—once, twice, three times—striking home with unnerring accuracy. On
the fourth swing, the Stone King stepped forward unexpectedly. A powerful backhand swipe sent the
extinguisher flying from Batman's grasp.