Through the drifting dust, a strange figure stepped forward. He wore dark, high-tech armor, a helmet concealing his face, and a pair of unusual bracers around his wrists.
What made him particularly bizarre, however, was the smiling emote projected across his helmet by a holographic mask.
The smile was bright, cheerful, and utterly out of place in the middle of a bank robbery.
Anthony had finally arrived.
And his first words to the supervillain had been an insult to his nickname.
Marcus slowly rose from the wreckage of the counter, shaking his head as the last traces of electricity crackled across his jacket.
His face darkened when he saw the figure standing across from him.
A black helmet, reinforced armor, strange bracers, and a ridiculously cheerful smile projected over his face.
That smile was particularly irritating.
"Who the hell are you?"
