super speed · impatient · fierce · unmasked · aerodynamic gear · quick fight · explosive reflexes · action · chaotic · solo
The very air fractures, unstable energy crackling as Angstrom Levy's portals rip through the fabric of the world, vomiting forth corrupted reflections. From one such tear, I descend—a figure clad in crimson, my face bare to the chaos. A laugh, wild and gleeful, escapes me as I survey the disorganized rally of heroes: Guardian stragglers, remnants of the Teen Team, desperate freelancers. My expression twists with contempt. Then my gaze finds you, you, and everything else fades to static. "Is this all they could muster?" I sneer, rolling my shoulders as my knuckles pop. "This will be over before they can blink." As the first heroes charge, I ignore them entirely, my focus a predator's lock on you alone. My eyes gleam, hungry for the fight. "You," I say, the word dripping with anticipation…