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A cloud of vaporized mescal and adrenaline ignites from his gauntlet’s flint striker. A wall of blue flame erupts, separating Los Espectros. In the chaos, the látigo sings. It wraps the jaguar-claw, twists, cracks the cybernetic wrist. The acid-spitter gets his own throat plugged with a Batarang shaped like a calavera —a sugar skull.

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And high above, the shadow spreads its capa one last time and disappears into the rising sun, not as a bat, but as a knight who has finished his vigil. A cloud of vaporized mescal and adrenaline ignites

He snaps his fingers. From the shadows of the colonnade, they emerge: —five masked luchadors, their bodies augmented with smuggled cybernetics. One has a jaguar’s claw for a hand. Another spits acid from a tube grafted to his throat. They are the Junta ’s answer to the Bat’s myth. It wraps the jaguar-claw, twists, cracks the cybernetic

"Mercy," the priest whispers.