I slam against a nearby building,

ricocheting off the crumbling stone wall

and collapsing onto the cracked asphalt

below, only to get up again,

pick up my shield again, throw

it, hurtling, at the enemy again.

I am the soldier.

I fly above the fight in

the city, searching for where I

could be needed, looking for my

teammates, their faces, hoping to help

them, to aid them, my heart

humming, gleaming brightly in my chest.

I am the engineer.

I scream and shout and shriek

in pain, rage pulsing through my

veins, racing like cars on the

home stretch, skin tight over swollen

muscle, fists clenched, crushing steel and

concrete in my fingers, eyes blazing.

I am the scientist.

I crouch atop the highest building,

eyes narrowed, flitting over rubble and

debris, intently following the progress of

my team members, drawing taut the

string, knocking back the arrow, my

grip loose, taking aim, letting go.

I am the sniper.

I move impulsively, cocking back the

safety and firing a litany into

the enemy approaching, leaping over broken

buildings and fractured car parts, lodging

bullets into every passing villain, bringing

down criminals three times my size.

I am the warrior.

I land solidly in the center

of the battle, cape billowing wildly

at my shoulders, a crater left

underfoot, swinging my weapon forward into

the fray, taking out dozens of

advancers, lightning crackling beneath my skin.

I am the prince.

We fight fiercely, until dawn, destroying

warlords and armies rivaling against us,

scouting for survivors and innocents alike

amongst the destruction left behind us,

paying our respects to others and

the children staring hopefully at us.

We are the heroes.