Settling the Score

The sky was overcast, and the cold wind howled. He-El sat atop the skyscraper, his expression indifferent. The black cape behind him billowed like waves in the freezing wind. Looking down, he saw Savitar gripping Iris by the back of her neck as he appeared in the plaza. A yellow figure wreathed in flashing red lightning ran up the side of the building at a ninety-degree angle from its base.