Superman flew the bus away from the Strip, far down the highway so that the people could, in theory, find their way back to the city once it was safe, and not die out in the desert somewhere. It was the safest place he could think of, and even then, it still wasn't that safe. He was back in the fray in an instant, the red-blue streak again, cutting through the sky, dodging the dragon's attempts to snap, smash, and catch him with an ease that made the massive thing look clumsy. He wasn't trying to fight it or kill it, not right now. From the low appearances, he was driving it back while the people below escaped. Sometimes the blur would slow down as he braked to pick up an injured form or swipe someone out of danger, and the image of the man would appear, dark hair, the physical peak of health, angry blue eyes, and then he was a blur again.
The acid was new. Someone screamed as the monster managed to spit a spray of it in a wide enough area to catch Superman, who was in the act of picking up a car and retrieving a prone body underneath. It sizzled, and he protected the person under him, but after a few moments it became clear that there was no damage. The cape didn't even stop shining. He turned his head when he saw the arrow, and he blinked at the unbelievable sight of a girl running for it. The dragon dived for her.
Clark lost his temper and threw the car at the worm's chest with unbelievable aim over Nell's head, where it smashed and crumpled, knocking the thing back so that it reared and roared as its snake-like coils writhed.