Perched on a Crusader emblazoned with the emblem of the Helmet Gang was Wakamo, who seethed with barely-contained fury. Leaping from the tank in a herculean, outrage-fueled frenzy that put even the most chemmed-out Fiends to shame, she landed on the distant damaged Power Loader, strapped a bundle of dynamite to its chassis, then kicked off of it before landing on her feet a safe distance away. She then spun on her feet to face me and made a heart gesture with her hands as the resounding boom from the Power Loader's destruction echoed across the desert.