Board Thread:Off-topic/@comment-25908355-20150905064711/@comment-25908355-20150907180904

Hematite appears behind one of the rioters, but he does not carry his glove.

Hematite: Your time has come, mister.

Hematite gently carresses the Rioter's cheek. The rioter, creeped out, jumps away from him, on a road, where he is run over by a speeding car.

(That's Hematite's death touch in action.)