Eleanor Monarch-Sparke is the Black Canary (skree) wrote in doorslogs,
Nell caught the sight of the car making its way past her just in time to hit the ground. The car connected with its target with a resounding crunch, and it spat hot acid as it reared backwards. "Thanks," she said out loud, even though she was pretty sure Superman wasn't listening to her. Had Superman really just come to her rescue? This was freaking unreal. Nell felt a few drops of dragon phlegm land on the back of her legs, sizzling through the outer layer of her costume but stopping short of her skin. Hot as it was, wearing her Archer outfit had been a good idea, and not just to keep her identity a secret.
The dragon was still spit-sputtering angrily when she pushed off the ground, and Nell jumped on top of the hood of a car to let loose another arrow while she still had the shot. A bright flash of white erupted inside the dragon's maw, freezing its jaw open temporarily. Nell didn't think it would hold, but it would give Superman the chance to hurl something bigger than a car at the thing without being blinded by burning spit.