"Hah! Take that, foul miscreant!" cried Captain Miscreant as he kicked the giant lizard beast between the eyes, doing about as much damage as the average fly does to the average windscreen.
The beast roared and scrabbed at it's own nose in an attempt to dislodge the good Captain, who in defiance of all logic (and probably some elementary physics as well) managed to hang on to the beast's nose. The overall effect, therefore, only served to make the giant lizard creature look fairly silly, which isn't actually that easy when you think about it, so kudos to the Captain.
"He's gonna die isn't he?"
Quinn really wanted to contradict Doug, but he knew he'd be wrong anyway.
"Yep, he's gonna die"
"I should bally well think not! What kind of world would that be, if doers of right got eaten by dashed lizard beasts, wot wot?"
Still in mid-flight, the trio of heroes turned to face the source of the voice. They were faced with possibly the fourth oddest thing they'd seen today (the top three were Doug, Captain Midnight and the lizard, with Hero and Quinn coming in behind). A tall, dandyish man in a white suit, with black hair, a moustache and dark glasses, carrying a purple umbrella. Possibly the oddest thing about him, however, was his hat. After all, how many flying people have you seen who wear a silver bowler hat?
"What ho, you chaps. Dr. Marvelo, Master of the arcane, the mysterious and the downright peculiar. I say, that's quite the gecko you've got there, isn't it?"
"Gee, really? I hadn't noticed" Quinn responded acidly.
"Steady on, my dear boy. Simply an observation, what what?"
Dr. Marvelo turned and flew towards the beast, raising his umbrella and, with aa flick of his wrist, opening it. At which point a bolt of energy flew out of the end and struck the monster upon the nose. As the monster turned towards the new hero, his voice drifted back towards the others
"I say, take that you rotter! Right on the hooter!"
