Solara
A couple of the punks raise their eyes at Solara's cannon arm, but quickly revert their eyes to apathy for appearances. The supposed head of the group takes another breath off her cigarette. "Dunno," he says, putting out the cigarette on the floor of the truck bed. "Happens every couple years according to my older brother. The bikers put it together, I think. Whole bunch of donations from each biker group put it together, nobody's really in charge of the whole deal." One of the punks motions for a light and the leader of the group pulls out his lighter for him.

Cupid, Nightbird, and the Twins
"Heh, what do you think we are? Strippers at the cheapest bar in New Orleans?" Buddy remarks sarcastically to Cupid's order. "Angel and Born Loser aren't just gonna crumble cause you make them miss their daddies. 'Specially since Angel killed his father for leadership of the Advocate's. No, only weaknesses you'll find between Born Loser and Angel are the exact same thing. Find some holy things and you might be able to make it sting a little. Holy water, crosses, consecrated ground, that sort of things." Buddy then shuts up with nothing else to cover for Cupid. With that the group is able to take off without the Horseman, leaving him to attend to the horribly mangled Cueball. The group flies off towards where Solara left the group, heading into dark storm clouds that cover the sky. It doesn't take long to find signs of Solara's travels, with the roads being cut apart with nuclear scars, and the broken remains of a bike sitting along the side of the road but with no rider in sight. Instead as they travel miles down the road, the group can see far in the distance lights coming up from an old rock quarry, sound carrying from the pit over the vast desert. The storm clouds above begin raining on the desert sands in earnest, the drips of water covering the road.

Firebird
Miles behind the group as they travel towards the quarry, the ashes of the crater created by Solara begin shifting slowly. The scattered ash created by the nuclear angel begins moving of its own, pulling into a central area by its own willpower. In the ether above it, the spirit of the Firebird and its host are pulled towards the ash pile as it gathers. As the ash gathers it lights itself on fire, burning from a supernatural source within. The ash burns together, fusing pieces back into place. Slowly the pile begins climbing up as the fire reshapes the ashes into a solid form. The fire burns bright against the rain touching the flames, as the ash becomes limbs and features of the woman it was a moment before. The fire slowly returns into itself, as the ash becomes flesh and skin and bone. The flames climb inside Firebird, the embers returning inside her skin as it closes up and leaves the pheonix standing in the crater that was the road where she was slaughtered several hours ago by Cueball.