Clark sighed, shaking his head at what Bart had done. "I know you're faster.. but I'm stronger. Maybe you should back off." He felt like he was arguing with an annoying kid who kept putting his hand in the cookie jar.
He was not really in the best of moods right know. He hoped the speedster wouldn't keep pestering him.. or making any verbal jabs to him. "You just don't listen, do you.. why am I not surprised." He looked down at the remains of the creature.. the pile of ashes.
He let out a small breath, like a little cough. The darkened dust then flew across the sidewalk, spread so far out that there was no trace of the fiend that had been there. Then without warning, Clark sped off again, once more a blur as he rushed through the streets looking for the next citizen to help... no doubt, Bart was probably trailing close behind..