Even as they fell toward the waters of the San Francisco Bay, Sam and Apex continued to beat each other up, their fists grinding into each other’s bodies without reserve even though they had both already used up most of their strength.
“Fool, you’ll kill us both!” Apex howled.
The villain tried to extricate himself from Sam’s arm wrapped tightly around his waist, but the hero held onto Apex like the lives of so many people depended on it. Because it did.
“Better us than all the people on the bridge!” Sam howled back.
His gamble had paid off. Throwing himself and Apex over the bridge meant the monstrous shadow that was anchored to Apex’s soul was forced to join them in their freefall down into the bay. As a bonus, the dark energies that made up this bear-like shadow seemed to also slow their descent. It wasn’t at a level like that of a parachute, but at least they were no longer plunging to their deaths at maximum velocity.