JULY 9, 2014.
Post by LUCAS GRAYSON on Dec 19, 2013 17:42:26 GMT -5
HEY YOUNG GUN
______________________________________________Cars lined up, the traffic caused by a nearby quake. Only a few would be able to really see what was happening before them, but the majority cowered in the fear of the Earth shifting, and the figure acting in its presence. Clad in cybernetic armor, cerulean platemail lining each limb, with wings reinforced in a gleaming alabaster iron, was Justice. Those that were aware would see a strong fist nail the ebony beast in the chest, sending him skipping over halted vehicles, crashing into polls and signs on the side of a New York City street.
Justice hovered, waiting for the beast to move, its moans churning the very crisp air before its ivory mask. Some men and women shivered in their place, body paralyzed by the sight, and voices mute by their own confused mind. The visor on Justice's helm illuminated in all its mechanical glory, and a voice reverberated in a baritone and hollow tone, "Fear not citizens, Justice will strike down this beast." They did not shift, and instead his young head, he'd just curse himself with, "Fear not? Did I really just say that- Such a shitty and cheesy line."
Two other hollow motioned in the distance, though Justice's eyes did not pick up on their presence. His manipulation and mastery over this energy was unrefined and undisciplined, and the only one that was in his focus was the downed hollow before him, one that refused to raise its broken body.
