"I could- Ow." The impact went straight up his arm and into his skull. Are those stars in his eyes? He drifts backwards on his blades as he rolls his shoulder out. "You work out or something?"

When there's enough distance between them, he tries again. "I could ask you the same thing! Being a hero is super sweet gig! If it's fame and power you're after, can't think of a better way then using your wicked awesomeness to help people!"

He shoulders his own hockey stick, tapping it thoughtfully. "Besides, whatever you got promised for doin' this? You gotta know that bad guys always go back on their deals. It's like some evil-doer commandment or somethin'"