Roof tiles flew everywhere as the blast from the explosion knocked all four of us onto the front lawn. Dad fell on top of Mom, protecting her from the falling debris, while James and I covered our heads with our hands to protect our skulls from getting hit. I could hear neighbors screaming and shouting around us, but I paid little attention to them because my ears were still ringing from the explosion.
“What the hell was that?” said Dad, holding Mom protectively and looking up at the roof. “Why did the roof explode?”
I also looked up at the smoking remains of our roof, trying to see if I could spot the source of the explosion. Then a figure rose from within the smoke and flew down toward us, landing on the sidewalk in front of our lawn.
The figure wore Zero Armor, but I’d never see her
