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Florida was indeed hot, although the hero of this little story was little bothered by extreme heat, nor was he bothered by extreme colds. In fact, all naturally occuring temperatures on this green earth was considered quite comfortable to the Great, Grunting, Gargantuan Guy known as Captain Caveman or The Primordial to the general public and as Gwharr by the handfull of people he would consider his friends. Despite the seeming heat our Proud, Primitive Protagonist was dressed in a heavy overcoat and long pants as he sat on his rooftop gazing out over the sunny waterfront he was currently visiting. Despite the inviting way that the sun was reflected in the deep blue waters The Careful and Cautious Caveman was well aware that swimming in it would only lead to more problems somehow. He had tried swimming in the Hudson back in New York City and it had gotten him nothing but pollution in his hair.

He had no love for this place and planned to go back to his New-York based caverns somewhere in the near future, but due to a recent fight he had been involved in in Central Park he had decided to keep away from there for a few days, so that all the noisy boys in blue would stop looking after him. He had never really understand why they kept trying to push him around, since he had made it painfully clear that his gripe was not with them, but with the father-killer and Tiresome, Technocratic Terrorist known as Tek and the currently unknown evil witch that had seemed to be the Meticulous, Malevolent MasterMind behind the whole operation. In more than one way he had been doing those silly blue-boys a favour, since it meant that they themselves had no need to waste valuble time and rescources to contain the whole situation in Central park and capture the annoying father-killer and the Witch-bitch themselves. He felt a bit like Tarzan from that movie he had seen on TV a few weeks ago, all big, strong, vastly stronger than any of the ordinary folks, master of his own domain out in the jungle (or in his case, the past) But entirely lost, like a fish out of water in these civilized area. For a moment he wondered if Tarzan was real. Maybe they could become friends and establish neighboring kingdoms so that they could visit one another every day.

However, it seemed that our Oversized, Ogre-like, Obtuse Oldtimer would have very little time to engage in sitting and moping on rooftops. Evil was once again afot. At first he saw a fire on the pier. A big strange wheel that he had never really understood the purpose of was on fire, and it seemed some sort of strange flying, Fly-like woman was on the case, saving the people from the burning wheel. However, she was yelling for assistance, pointing at a man escaping the scene, describing him as the perpetrator of the crime. Gwharr decided that even though he did not really want to, he was honor-bound to interject. He would be damned if he would let someone that would hurt innocent children get away from such a heinous crime.

Gwharr quickly rose to his feet, beating his oversized chest fiercly and roared loudly like a Massive, Mad Monster from any of the old-timey mythologies might have done if they had existed. After this little display, that failed to catch much attention due to blazing ferris-wheel was ended, Gwharr leapt into action, quite literally. His massive leg muscles propelled him high into the air before his descent started, first slowly but quickly increasing in velocity. And just as he had calculated when he first left the ground he landed straight on the rather surprised-looking evil-doer reducing him to a bloody, wet spot on the ground, with the rather humorous side-effect of having blood and liquefied guts and innards splashing up at the bystanders that were closest!. Mission accomplished!

He then proceeded to rush towards the ferris-wheel, rushing towards it in a manner remniscent of that of a gorilla, using both of his oversized arms to pull himself forward rather than exclusively using his legs for locomotion like most people did. He quickly grabbed ahold of the ferris-wheel to steady the blazing construct, preventing it from simply toppling over as the flying fly-woman flew up there to save the remaining passengers

Gwharr could feel the heat emnate from the fire, but it did nothing to him. The ony worry he had when it came to the fire was the fact that he was wearing his favourite coat today, and that it might catch fire if this blaze got any worse. The smoke did not bother our hero as much, since he was more than capable of holding his breath for far longer than it could possibly take the flying woman to get all of the goonies to safety! He simply decided that the best thing he could probably do for now was to stand still and hold this whole construction steady, trying to buy the Flying bug-girl as much time as he possibly could to get the passengers out. However, the Crude, Carnivorous Caveman was not exactly pleased by his role in this little rescue. He preffered to leap about, hitting things, ripping stuff aparts and whatnot, not just stand here and holding some stupid contraction stead so that someone else could do all of the fun stuff. Still, there had be no time to take a vote on who was boing to do what, or anything like that, so he simply had to what needed to be done, even if that thing was rather boring and possibly hazard for his favourite Coat.

Due to the thick smoke that enveloped him he could not really see what was going on around him, but he could hear the excited babbling off the crowd, and the occasional shriek of some of the poor unfortunate passengers above him. However, the shrieks soon grew less and less common, nd soon stopped entirely, but the Humungous, Heroic, Heavy-Hitter felt it was probably best to keep his hands on it. The way it felt much heavier than earlier, he figured that the supports had weakened to the mild degree so that the whole wheel would topple over the moment he let go of it. He could not simply allow that to happen untill he had a clear area to set it down, so that nobody would get crushed by it. And to find a clear area he had to wait untill at least some of the smoke around him would be gone. Normally he would have done it himself, by using one of his infamous megaton-handclaps but right now, he was unable due to his hands being busy with holding this thing up.

"To be happy to help." The gargantuan said, his lips parting into an uncharacteristically pleasant smile for a monstrously hairy ape-like creature. The smile was made less pleasant whne it revealed a revealing a set of suprisingly white, suspiciously large and Uncomfortably sharp. The teeth of a predator. Even though she lacked the small dragonfly-like wings she had sported earlier, Gwharr recognized the woman, mostly by her clothes and their rather unusual appearance.

"To think support broken. To need place to set down wheel. To help?" The Massively Muscular Monstrosity asked her, his inhumanly deep voice slightly strained from holding the gigantic wheel up almost entirely by his own muscle-power by now.

Gwharr had no problem holding the wheel upright once he had found the proper balance. He had already considered throwing it in the water, but even though eh thought he might have the strength to perform such a feet, hurling something of this magnitude over a crowd full of somewhat friendly folks was probably considered a big No-No, by those horribly annoying boys in blue that tended to end up and shoot at him whenever he decided that it would be a good time to punch a few walls, or that the town needed some re-decorating or something equally innocent. He knew that some day he would have enough of their incessant hounding, and instead of running away from them, he would retaliate, and rip as many of them as he could to pieces to teach the survivors a lesson in what happens when you piss of a superpowered caveman.

The Stoic, Super-Strong, Strained Slayer snapped out of his thoughts of the police as he heard the agonized groan of metal, and a sudden clonk. The wheel immediately became a shole lot more difficult to steady, due to the grid-iron beams supporting collapsing over the caveman. However, Just as the Wheel began to topple over to the left, threatening the lives of the strangely passive crowd, standing around taking picture, wowing at the sight of two real-life super-heroes Gwharr managed to find a new grip, and slowly push it back up, so that the bystanders would need to die by ferrie-wheel, as it would have been quite an embarrassing death indeed. He released the grip of one of his hands, and placed an arm under the wheel, stretching out as far as he possibly could and hoisting it up on his shoulders, managing to balance the great weight to avoid inadvertingly dropping or breaking it. If looked at from the right angle he looked sort of like Atlas the titan, who was forced to hold up the world. The Poor Ferocious, Frustratingly Feebleminded Fighter was aware of the old stories of Atlas and hoped that the Dragonfly-woman would not make him stand here with this stupid wheel for THAT l ong before finding somewhere to put it down.

However, the woman seemed to return after five minutes (although, in Gwharrs rather bored state it felt more like fifteen minutes.) He nodded and smiled slightly."To be good. To hold big wheel be very dull." The Giant said, as he slowly turned around, backing up a few feet before finally slowly, laying the wheel down on the groud, putting in some effort to put it down on its side, so that it would not roll away and inadvertedly hurt someone, in the fashion that scientific things usually seemed to do if left to their own devices.

Gwharr adjusted his coat slightly as the woman introduced himself, asking for what happened to the man responsible for the destruction of the ferris-wheel. Gwharr merely nodded and pointed to a great red stain further along the pier, in wich center there lay something that might once have been a man, but now seemed to be the bits of everything to make a walking talking human, all spread out over a 7-yard radius. "Stopped him." The Crude, Cranially Challenged Caveman said proudly, nodding, somewhat akin to a small boy that had finally managed to learn the alphabet and is very proud to tell his teacher

"To be the Primordial!" He said loudly, causing a few of the heads in the crowd to look at one another hesitantly, babbling slightly for a few seconds before a great big cheer rose from the audiance of the two heroic saviors.

Arabella tried to smile and it appeared more of a grimace. She really hated crowds of people. Ducking her head when people started snapping pictures again she turned to face the caveman who luckily blocked her from the other side of citizens.
"Well, thank you for your help," she nodded with a smile, shook his hand and then beat her wings slowly to lift her into the air. "Cya around big guy," she gave him a two fingered salute, checked her blades on her back and then shot for the cover of the clouds, her wings casting rainbows over the upturned faces of the people below.


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