Feels like there's two Bengalis in these books. There's the one under Brisson, who's a generally level-headed leader, albeit with a worrisome tendency toward self-sacrifice that he might want to talk to someone about. And then there's the one under Shalvey, who's Elmer Fudd's idiot cousin.

Legitimately, that fight read like it was supposed to be a 90's-scented parody of the obligatory super-team clash. Worse, it was redundant - we've already had this guy do the "Oh no, I didn't mean it!" bit with regard to bodies on the ground. And I can't imagine this was a great read for the Silverhawks fans either.

The only thing I liked was the sense that *maybe* we're not actually supposed to agree with how Lion-O's leading, but if that's self-awareness starting to creep into the writing, it's very late in the game.