Supergirl (The Loli Version) #2

by Pulsar

***** SIX MONTHS AGO

She stood in the midst of a crystalline structure, unable to escape due to the pair of spinning hoops about her. She was clad in black, yet bared more flesh than she covered. She wore long, over-the-knee boots that emphasized her shapely pale thighs. She wore skin-tight black booty shorts that proudly displayed a portion of her buttocks in the back, and a loose black jacket. Yet she stood unmoved and unrepentant as the charges were pronounced.

"Ursalee, daughter of Zod and Ursa. This Juvenile Probate Council of this colony has found you guilty of felonious mayhem, juvenile delinquency, truancy, and the forceful Sapphic rape of underage girls without their consent, on not one... but MANY counts! It is therefore regrettable yet necessary for the safety of this populous, to imprison you to the Phantom Zone! As you are but in your fourteenth year, you will be released at age eighteen and your case reviewed to see if you truly will reform. However, due to your absolute refusal to amend your ways, your sentence shall be carried out immediately, without further debate or deliberation!" declared the spokesman of the council, now only a face projected in the darkness. "Have you any final statements?"

The hardened yet beautiful juvenile offender only sneered at first, and then bore a wicked grin. "You know you want to fuck me!" she declared as she turned about to slap her bottom held firm in her skin-tight revealing shorts. "You know you want this! You want it bad, and you want it now! I can arrange for that if we negotiate a lighter sentence!"

"Your libido has been your undoing," declared the flickering hologram of the spokesman. "Instead of love and tenderness, you have indulged in lust, violence, and destruction. This council firmly declines your indecent proposition!" And with that, the image faded, leaving Ursalee to stand captive in the darkness. Yet soon the structure opened up, only to reveal a crystalline portal coming her way to seize her into the eternal nothingness.

***** TWO WEEKS AGO

It had passed with Supergirl saving the day. The three hapless astronauts of the ESA were trapped in an out-of-control rocket that would soon crash into the Earth and burst into a mighty nuclear blast.

Yet she arrived to separate the overloading nuclear drive from the crew capsule. She had hurled the thrusters into space where they exploded out of harm's way, and taken the crew pod safely back to the launch point. Yet who knew at the time, that the mighty blast in space set rocket fragments across the solar system? And who knew that one such fragment shattered the very portal of the Phantom Zone which held Urlsalee enthralled? Yet once the structure shattered, Ursalee found herself...

"Frrrreeeeeeeeee!"

***** TODAY

"Remember kids, stay together... and don't touch anything!" admonished Mrs. Post, the science teacher as she chaperoned the class of seventh-graders into a room in the museum.

"And you might want to take notes," added Mrs. Foster, the history teacher.

Yet Lois Lain stared in awe at the ancient wooden mummy case before her. And once again, she was in her preppy polo shirt, VERY short skirt, and wildly printed knee-high socks. "Amazing!" she said as she took notes. "Got to be from the Menes dynasty."

"Uh Lois, I... uh... believe it was Menkar," said Clara Kent as she adjusted her glasses. And for the field trip to the museum, Clair had worn her plain white shirt, black short skirt, and white kneesocks. And to appear frail and human, she wore a plaster over her left kneecap.

"Menkar? Oh Clair, you're such a nerd," said Lois playfully.

"A... a nerd? Is it really a bad thing, Lois?" asked Clair as she dared to gently place her hand on her shoulder.

"Well, in your case, no," said Lois. "At least you're a sweet nerd!"

'Well, sounds like I'm making progress with her,' thought Clara.

Yet Jenny Olsen discretely snapped a picture without the flash. "Hope these turn out," she mumbled.

"Jenny, be careful. They said no pictures!" warned Clair.

"Who has to know?!" snapped Jenny with a sly smile.

And soon, the class moved on into the next room. "In here we have a collection of rare gems and artifacts from the ancient world," said the guide as the class moved en masse. "This one here, however, is a complete mystery. There's nothing else like it in the world. And nobody can identify it. It was found in the Sahara. Because of its mysterious components, some suspect it's a meteorite that struck the desert decades ago."

The class gathered around with interest at the fist-sized stone behind a glass case. It almost appeared as if it were glowing. It shone a greenish-emerald hue. Jenny snapped another clandestine picture as Lois and Clair struggled to get a view. "Oh, it's beautiful," declared Lois. "Check that out, Clair! I'd love to have a necklace made of little stones like that."

Clair took one view as she leaned forward, gently placing her arm around Lois' waist as innocently as possible. Yet suddenly, she began to feel faint. All her energy was draining fast from her as her stomach churned and her head spun.

"Now the scientists who first examined this stone found a trace of radioactivity," continued the museum guide, "however, they determined that it was perfectly harmless to humans and..."

Suddenly, Clair turned about. "Oh-mah-gawd, I've got to get out of here," she mumbled. "I... I'm feeling whoozy!" And with that, she ran as fast as her wobbly legs could carry her, which took much effort. Not soon enough, it occurred to her that the 'harmless' stone was indeed a fragment of Kryptonite! She ran back through the Egyptian room toward the main entrance as Mrs. Post finally took note.

"Clair! Where're you going?" she demanded to know as she raced to catch up.

"Oh, I'm feeling awful! I... I need some fresh air!" Once outside the museum, she began to feel her strength return, yet she approached some bushes near the entrance. "Oh, I... I feel like I have to puke," she protested.

"Clair? Are you okay?" asked Mrs. Post.

"I... I'll be fine in a moment," she said.

"Okay then. But you need to get back inside with the group."

"Y... yes, Mrs. Post. I'll be right in."

Momments later, Lois came out of the museum to join Clair as she recovered from the slight Kryptonite exposure. "Clair! What's wrong with you?" she asked.

"Oh Lois!" she cried. "I... I was just feeling a little whoozy, like I was gonna barf or something. But I... I'm okay."

"Are you sure?"

"Oh Lois!" With that, Clair wrapped her arms around her. "Thank you for checking up on me. It's really nice to know you care."

"Oh, of course, I care. But... why are you so clingy?" replied Lois.

"Oh Lois it's just that I... I... well, I really like you... a lot."

"Oh Clair, get ahold of yourself. I mean... if you gotta barf, then BARF. But let's get back inside. I hate to leave Jenny alone in there. She's gonna get busted with that camera of hers and..."

Suddenly, Clair heard a faint, 'Heeeelllpp!' which Lois' ears did not detect. She looked around her environs, only to spy a tall building a block away where a window-washer hung from a broken scaffold. "Oh-mah-gawd," mumbled Clair. "Look Lois, I gotta..." Suddenly, she covered her mouth and raced into the tall shrubbery that lined the outside walls of the museum.

"Clair! Where're you going? Are you puking in those bushes?" And thus she followed and ducked as she entered the leafy boughs of the shrubs. Yet Clair was nowhere to be found. "Clair? Clair!" she called out as she emerged. Yet when she looked around, she heard screaming and honking of car horns. When she looked up, she spied Supergirl soaring over the street and upward toward the nearby building.

A crowd had gathered below on the street corner, all staring up at the hapless window washer as he hung on to the cables for dear life. But only moments later, the cable gave way. Yet when he fell to what would be a certain death, he fell right into Supergirl's arms. "I got you sir!" she declared.

"S...s...supergirl!" he cried in disbelief. Yet soon he was safe on the ground amidst the mesmerized crowd.

"Are you okay, sir? Anything broken?"

"Uh... uh... no... nothing broken, Miss," he stammered after the harrowing experience. "Th... thank you! You saved my life!"

"It's my job, sir! Just be careful." And with that, she took to the skies again.

A block away, Lois jumped up and down, waving both arms about. "Hey Supergirl! Supergirl! Over here! It's me, Lois!" Yet the flying nymph vanished over the roof of the museum. "Clair! Clair! Where are you! She's here! Supergirl is here!" She looked around desperately. "Clair! Where'd you go?"

And thus Lois approached the main entrance to the museum when that familiar voice cried out, "Lois! Wait up!"

"Clair! Where've you been?" snapped a puzzled Lois. "Did you see Supergirl save that guy on that building over there?"

"Oh, so that's what all that commotion was," concluded Clair. "Sorry Lois, but uh... I was too busy puking my guts out behind those bushes over there. But I feel much better now."

"Clair, I looked all over for you and..." suddenly, Lois gasped in suspicion. "Clair... wasn't the band-aid on your LEFT knee earlier?"

Now Clair gasped, realizing in all her haste to resume her alter-ego, she had overlooked one minor detail. "Oh... yeah that's right Lois, you see..." she stammered as she sought an alibi. "Well... I... when I was in the bushes, I scrapped my right knee a little, and since my left knee had apparently healed well I... well I just moved it to the other one to keep the germs out."

Lois eyed her with suspicion, yet had no reason at the time to doubt her story. "Clair... you're such a trip! Now come on."

"Uh... okay, Lois," said Clair. "Since when have you taken an interest in my knees."

"Well... Clair, you just happen to have cute knees."

"Uh... gee... uh Lois, how nice of you to notice," said Clair. 'Yeeessss' she mumbled under her breath. "Uh, Lois, I was just thinking myself how sexy and gorgeous your legs were..."

And so they returned to the museum. However, Clair did make a point to avoid the room with the Kryptonite display.

Sometime later after school, a young first-grade girl peddled her training-wheeled bicycle down that paved walkway at the neighborhood park, humming away to herself. Lost in her own world, she failed to see the shadowy figure baring the way until two hands seized upon her handlebars. Instantly, she gazed up at a beautiful yet ominous young teen clad in gothic black boots, micro-shorts and jacket. She gasped in horror, yet could not fathom the voluptuous figure of the youth. The navel piercing caught her eye, as well as the small tongue piercing that was visible when she spoke. "What sort of a creature are you?" roared the severe, yet sexy voice of Ursalee.

The hapless girl did not answer. Instead, she was content to leap from her bike to flee. Yet a strong hand seized upon her and lifted her from the ground. "Where're you going, little girl?!" said Ursalee in a most intimidating manner. "Say, you're cute!"

"Nooooo, put me down!" demanded the six-year-old victim.

"I bet you're delicious!" continued Ursalee, savoring her victim's terror. And thus she simply flipped her over, now holding her by one ankle, yet keeping her suspended above the ground allowing her pigtails to dangle. Yet her summer dress slid down, leaving both her panties and midriff exposed for Ursalee to study and admire. "Mmmmm, no breasts yet. You must be in the larval stage," she concluded. "But then again, fresh meat is my favorite!"

And thus with her free hand, Ursalee reached out to slide the panties up the girl's legs to reveal the tiny hairless slit. The poor girl kicked and struggled, yet Ursalee soon had one leg free of the panties. And thus she took the girl by the knees and lifted her up higher, until she could reach that nearly featureless bald slit with her tongue.

Upon the sensation of that wet and talented tongue upon her most intimate orifice, the girl screamed again, in spite of the pleasure waves surging through her. Regardless, it felt naughty, even to her six-year-old mind. Yet Ursalee savored not only the sensation of the girl's delicate tissues on her tongue, but of her squirmy reaction as well. "Ah, I was right as usual!" she gleamed. "You ARE delicious!"

And with that, she moved her tongue all around that miniscule clit and into that small crevice. "Mmmm, yummy-yum! I bet you like this, you little whore!"

Yet the poor sobbing girl cried out all the more. "Noooo! Stop! Help!"

"And who do you expect to help you, little girl?!" snapped Ursalee, before taking another long lingual swipe of that tiny cunny.

"Heeellllp! Heeelllp! Supergirl!" cried the girl in desperation, in spite of the tingling pleasure from her assailant's tongue on her clit.

"Supergirl?" queried Ursalee as she ceased her shameful indulgence. "And just who is this... er... 'Supergirl?'"

"She's the most powerful girl in the world," cried the girl. "She'll come and save me! And you'll be sorry! Supergirl can whip any bad guy... or girl!"

"Hmmmm, Supergirl," mumbled Ursalee. "Of course... Supergirl! Niece of Jor-El!" And so she dropped her current underage victim, who plopped into the grass. "Go ahead and run away, little girl!" snapped Ursalee. "I'll find you again... wherever you are. And we're gonna 'play' some more. And we're gonna play MY way! And you know I like it rough! But for now... I've got another little girl's ass to kick and rape!"

"Are you gonna lick me again?" asked the tearful girl, half-ashamed, half-hopeful.

"Ah-hah! I knew you liked it, you little skank! I'll be back!" And with that, Ursalee took one leap and soared off into the sky.

Elsewhere, at Lois Lain's house:

"...Y'know Clair, I really don't get it," said Lois as she gently combed Clair's dark hair as they sat on her bed after school. "It like... seems too weird that every time I try to get you to see that Supergirl is real, you're never around."

"Oh uh... well, I've been around," said Clair. "I mean, I've stopped saying she was a hoax."

"Yeah well, y'know, it's like... every time she's around, you're not!"

"Well... uh... I saw her once or twice when you weren't around," assured Clair. "But I think you're her favorite special little friend."

"Well, that's what I thought... once," lamented Lois. "But the last time I saw her, I called out her name and waved, and she ignored me."

"Maybe she didn't hear you," wondered Clair.

"Hmph? With her super-hearing, she heard me alright," concluded Lois.

"I think she's snubbing me. And after all those things she said. I mean, imagine caring for someone, and then... y'know, they act like you don't exist."

Clair sighed. "I don't have to imagine," she said. "I've been there!"

"OH?" said Lois as she paused in her combing. "With who? Were you lusting over some hunk once? Don't tell me... it was some big hulking jock!"

Clair chuckled in spite of the pain. "Not even close, Lois," she said with a faint grin.

"Well then who was it? You can tell me. I won't tell anyone," Lois promised.

Clair began to tremble. "Well Lois, I... it was... oh, I can't say it right now. Maybe I'll tell you some day."

"Clair! C'mon! You say you really like me! I mean, would friends like... y'know, keep secrets from each other?"

Clair trembled in the face of such a dilemma. Her lonely heart cried inside, burning with the emptiness. "Oh Lois! No, friends wouldn't keep secrets. Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Well... unless it would put said friend in danger."

"Danger?" queried Lois.

"Look Lois, I meant every word I said about how I feel about you. And as I said before, I would never do anything that would hurt you," assured Clair.

"Okay, Clair," said Lois as she began to fix that long wavy hair into a bushy ponytail. "But sometimes I think you're keeping something from me. Y'know, like you're doing things behind my back."

Clair sighed. "Trust me Lois, I'd... I'd uh... well, I'd go a mile high for you!"

Lois paused again for a moment. 'A mile high,' she thought. Then, she recalled her 'mile-high' experience with Supergirl. Her face grew red, yet she couldn't help but to burst into laughter. "Oh-mah-gawd," she said as she rolled back onto the bed into a ball. "Clair, do you know about... y'know, the 'mile high' club?"

"Uh... is that some kind of mountain climbing group?" said Clair.

Once again, Lois giggled over Clair's seemingly naiveté. "Oh Clair, what are you? Some over-grown Girl Scout?"

"Well, I was in the Girl Scouts once, but got too busy to stay in," replied Clair.

Lois kept giggling. "Gee, that's too bad. You must have fit in perfectly! And I bet you looked really cute in your little uniform!"

"Well actually, everyone thought I was an oddball," lamented Clair.

Once again, Lois giggled. "Of course you're an oddball, Clair. But still, I like you that way. There's just something about you that I find, well... sweet."

"Gee Lois, that's probably the nicest thing you've ever said, really," said Clair.

And thus Lois put down the hairbrush and crawled off the bed. "Well, let's see how you look." Yet one glimpse of Clair with a bushy ponytail, made up in the same manner as that of Supergirl instantly struck a nerve. "Oh-mah-gawd! Clair! You sorta look like... like... y'know... Supergirl!"

"MeeeEEE?!" gasped Clair. "I look like... like her?"

"Yeah, funny isn't it," said Lois. "Imagine that, you of all people."

"Sometimes I think no one would notice me unless I wore a skimpy outfit like hers," said Clair.

"Oh Clair, I bet you'd look cute," said Lois. "But somehow, those boots, cape and tight spankie briefs... well... it's just not you. Anyway, let's go see what's on TV."

And so, they quit the bedroom for the front family room where sat the main television set in the Lain household. Yet when Lois turned it on, they found not their usual teeny-bop sitcoms, but an urgent news bulletin. "... and she's tearing up the whole town. Authorities have tried bullets, tear gas and even grenades! But this mysterious, beautiful-but-deadly teen is leaving a wake of destruction in her path!"

Both girls gasped in horror as the news camera caught everything. There in downtown Megaopolis, Ursalee was tossing cars about, bending traffic signals, and breaking windows of every shop on the ground level. The populace raced about like ants, screaming and crying as they attempted to flee the path of the undaunted Ursalee. "Oh-mah-gawd!" gasped Lois. "Who is she?"

"Ursalee!" gasped Clair under her breath. "Listen Lois, I... uh... better get home! My mom will be upset if I'm not home in time for dinner."

"But Clair! You say I'm 'avoiding' you and you're here only twenty minutes and now you have to go?"

"Look, Lois, I'm really sorry but..."

She paused to take one more look at the broadcast as Ursalee angrily approached the camera. "Don't hate me because I'm beautiful!" she said to the TV audience with a wicked grin. "Hate me because I'm one bad-ass bitch!"

And thus the terrified reporter shouted into his microphone, "Supergirl! Where are you?!"

Yet Ursalee seized the microphone from her. "Yes! Supergirl! Wherever you are! Come! Come to me! Niece of Jor-El! Come bow down to your mistress! And I doooo mean 'CUM'! Ha-ha!"

Clair swallowed once and then bolted for the door. "Look, I'm sorry Lois! I'll be back later tonight... if I can."

"But Clair, if you don't stay, you might miss it. I mean, at any moment, Supergirl is gonna show up and cat-fight this bitch! Don't you wanna see it?"

"Oh Lois, you know how I hate violence," said Clair. "Bye!" And with that, she bolted out the door. She leapt on her bicycle and sped down the street. Yet she pedaled without holding the handlebars as she reached to yank her blouse free, once again revealing the blue bodice with the trademark "S" on the breast. Several seconds later, she bolted into the air, leaving her bike to crash into the bushes as she took to the sky.

Meanwhile, Lois nervously sat down on the sofa to watch the events unfold on TV. There, the news camera zoomed in on Ursalee as she approached a school bus full of children. "Well kiddies! How'd you like to fly like Supergirl!" she said wickedly as she picked up the bus. As the children within screamed in terror, she hurled the bus high into the sky, spinning about. Yet it was only a matter of time before it would fall to its doom.

But moments later, it came to a halt in mid-air, defying all the laws of physics. Then, it slowly descended back to the street to alight gently on the ground. And who should then appear, but Supergirl! She flew up and stood upon the roof of the bus with hands on her hips. "Hey Ursalee! Why don't you pick on someone your own size!" roared Supergirl.

Instantly, the multitude of bystanders broke into a cheering applause.

"Yay, Supergirl!" they cried out.

"YOU!" cried Ursalee. "Niece of Jor-El! Come bow to your mistress!"

"As they say in the South, 'Ain't gonna happen!'" declared Supergirl proudly. "You may be powerful, Ursalee. But you'll never lick me!"

"Oh? On the contrary!" said Ursalee with the most evil and seductive of grins. "I WILL lick you! You'll never resist the power of my tongue!" she roared as she extended her tongue to reveal the small stud of a piercing. "Once you feel the power of my tongue, you'll be my slave for eternity! You'll be my little bed toy to play with, and you know I like it rough!"

"I see you still haven't learned to play nice, Ursalee," said Supergirl. "So I'm going to put you into your place once and for all!"

Ursalee broke out into an evil chortle that struck terror in all the bystanders. "Just try me!" she roared. And thus the two mighty Kryptonians charged one another. They collided in mid-air with a mighty clash that shook the Earth.

All the while, Lois watched the entire spectacle on TV. "Yeeessss! Go Supergirl! Get her! Get her! Oh-mah-gawd, you are sooooo HAWT!"

And thus she cheered as if watching a sporting event from the safety of her living room.

Yet the collision in mid-air caused both parties to go flying into buildings on opposite sides of the street. But soon, they were both at it again. They roared and shrieked as their super cat-fight was well underway. Sometimes Ursalee would win a round, sending Supergirl soaring outward into the stratosphere. But other times, Supergirl would get the best of Ursalee, sending her into a neon sigh, causing a rain of sparks and blinding flashes of electricity. Yet in the end, both warring parties would face each other unscathed. "Well Ursalee, I guess lil' ol' me is just too much for you!" declared Supergirl as she stood poised with hands on hips.

"No! Noooo! This is far from over, you little underage slut whore! You WILL bow down to your mistress! I swear it!" And with that, she took to the skies and vanished into the clouds. The crowds all cheered, now relieved of having their city rid of the vile Ursalee.

And from her living room, Lois once again renewed her amorous feelings toward Supergirl. "Yay Supergirl!" she cried out as she watched her TV screen. "You're the greatest! Oh Supergirl, when are we finally gonna..."

But instantly, her front door came crashing down. Lois screamed with a start. But who should enter but the scantily-clad Ursalee in her gothic black. "Well, well well!" roared Ursalee with a wicked lustful grin. "Who do we have here?!"

"Go away!" cried Lois desperately. "Get away from me! Supergirl will kick your ass!"

"Which ass?" snapped Ursalee as she turned about to slap her own bottom, left half exposed by her black booty shorts. "This ass? Oh, she won't kick this ass! She WANTS this ass! She LONGS for this ass!" And with an evil chortle, she reached out and seized upon Lois.

"Everyone knows you're Supergirl's little whore! And who knows, perhaps you'll soon be MY whore... that is IF I let you live!"

Poor Lois screamed and cried. In vain she struggled to break free of Ursalee's steel grip. Yet it was to no avail. "Let me go, you skanky bitch!"

"Heh-heh-heh!" roared Ursalee as she dragged her hapless victim outside. "We'll see about that!" And thus she took to the sky with Lois in her firm grip. "Heh-heh-heh! I'll rip out your cherry with my teeth and chew it like bubble gum!"

"NNNnnnnooooo!" cried Lois as she kicked and struggled about in Ursalee's mighty Kryptonian grip. "Heeeellllppp!" she cried out. "Supergirl! Save me!"

Yet Ursalee savored every ounce of fear she had instilled into her hapless victim. "Heh-heh-heh! Keep squirming, you little whore!" roared Ursalee. "I'm enjoying every bit of this!"

"You... you crazy bitch! You'll never get away with this! Supergril's on her way!"

"That's what you think, you pint-sized little rug-muncher," said Ursalee. "And by the way, those are cute panties you're wearing. Can't wait to yank 'em off!"

And so over the countryside they flew, high above the clouds. Faster than a speeding bullet they traveled over farms and forests, until the land gave way to prairies, and then the barren dessert. Eventually, they alighted on a high rocky outcrop in the expanse of the American west. "And now, my little sweat tart, we'll see just what Supergirl finds so fascinating about you," said Ursalee as she yanked Lois' panties free from her thrashing legs. "My, my, what a beautiful little bald slot!"

"Stay away from me!" cried Lois Lain.

But Ursalee only chortled again. "Make me!" she said as she pinned down the hapless Lois, now naked from the waist down, save her knee-high stockings. And then she gave one long lingual sweep of Lois' immature little cunny. At the feel of Ursalee's tongue, Lois cried out, sending ear-shattering shrieks over the dessert. "Mmmm-mmm! Yum!" said Ursalee. "Oh you're sooooo scrummy! At least I can say Supergirl has good taste!" And thus she continued to lick away as Lois cried out in both terror and pleasure. "Yes! Yeeesss! Just keep squirming you little whore. Soon, you'll be my slave and obey my every command. There's not a soul in the universe who can resist me! Once you orgasm from me, you'll beg me for more!"

"N-nooo! St... st... stop!" begged Lois. "Pleeeeze stooopppp!"

"Keep begging me!" said Ursalee. "I love the sound of your sexy voice!"

Yet suddenly, there came another voice from above. "She said 'stop!'" cried Supergirl. Instantly, Ursalee looked up to see Supergirl standing high upon the rocky crag with her hands on hips. Her ponytail and cape billowed in the hot desert wind.

"Supergirl!" cried Ursalee. "You'll soon learn not to butt into my business!"

"When you mess with my friends, it's *MY* business!" declared Supergirl. "I won't say it again! Let her go!"

Yet Ursalee soon clutched Lois by the throat. "Come any closer, Supergirl, and your favorite little whore will die! I mean it! And I dare you to defy me!"

Supergirl gasped at the evil Ursalee's threat. Instinctively, she prepared to charge, yet Ursalee squeezed Lois tighter. And thus she paused. She quickly surveyed her situation. However, she could hardly think of a means to save Lois. "Yes, that's it! Stay where you are," coaxed Ursalee. "And now, bow down to your mistress! Kneel before the mighty Ursalee, or it's bye-bye Lois!"

Tears rolled down Supergirl's cheeks as she remained frozen on the rock. Too proud and brave to flee, yet too scared to risk Lois' life.