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Josiah Armstrong

"What the hell are you waiting for!? Hit me!"

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a character in “Earth's Greatest Heroes”, as played by Conductor

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"I'm not interested in what becomes of this world. Besides, you and the others should be able to handle things."
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"I once dreamed a dream, and now that dream is gone from me..."




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{FULL NAME}
Josiah Leigh Armstrong
{HERO ALIAS}
Bulwark
{AGE}
22
{PROFESSION}
Auto-Mechanic
{FACE CLAIM}
Alex Pettyfer
{THEMES}
Main
Battle



Image{HEIGHT}
6'2"

{WEIGHT}
180lbs

{SCARS}
He has a tattoo of a ring on his right ring finger. On the palm side are the initials, "S.J.M" on the knuckle side it reads, "Always"



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{LIKES}
  • Spicy Food
  • Playing Piano
  • Hiking
  • Being Alone
  • Smooth Jazz
  • Occasionally Cigars
  • "Hunting"

{DISLIKES}
  • His Ability
  • Arrogance
  • Spiders
  • Clowns
  • Long, drawn out conversations
  • Crowds
  • Obnoxious behavior

{FEARS}
Like most people, Josiah fears many things. Such as Spiders, Heights, Going bald. But on a deeper level, he fears what waits for him in the afterlife. Since his beloved passed away, he has fueled his hatred for abilities by hunting those who abuse their power. His tactics are less than tasteful, which has given him a great deal of worry for absolute judgement. He knows Samantha will have been accepted into an eternal happiness, but he doubts an almighty god could condone his barbaric behavior.

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{PERSONALITY}
Josiah was taught from a young age to fend for himself. He is very independent and tries not to rely on others for much. He gets more from being able to do things himself. He has a bit of a temper, and sometimes it's easy to let it get the better of him, which, given his abilities, is never a good thing for those involved. He isn't quick to let people get close to him, but those who are know how gentle he can be. He values others over himself, and is always recklessly gambling with his own life.
{HISTORY}
Josiah grew up with his Grandmother. She was a foster parent who housed seven other children including himself, on a ranch in Arkansas. He remembers having a nice upbringing. His Grandmother was kind and caring, but the other children took most of her time, so he learned quick to be independent. He doesn't remember anything of his biological parents, and he never asked, by the time he was old enough to inquire, he was too afraid of the answer to bother asking where they were, or why the left him behind. While he was in school, he met a girl named Samantha Weslin. They were friends until high school, and shortly after the start of their freshmen year they began dating. It was the only relationship he had ever been in, and the two of them were madly in love. They were together throughout the rest of their schooling. Once they graduated high school, she went to a Community College while he worked as a mechanic. By the time they were 20, they were living together, with plans to be married the following summer. Though, that winter, Samantha fell ill. At first they thought it was the flu, but after several months, she was hospitalized and in intensive care. The mutagen that had been spread worldwide, the one giving few superhuman abilities, had made her irreversibly sick. The doctor's gave her only a few short months to live, during which she fell into a coma, and later passed away. While she was in the coma, he grieved with mass quantities of self loathing and alcohol. The night Samantha passed away was the night Josiah discovered his own ability. He tried to claim his own life by shooting himself in the head, only to wake up the next morning with nothing to show for it but an empty shell case and a really bad headache. Since then, his days have been plagued with survivor's guilt. He now hunts those who have gained powers from the mutagen such as himself. claiming those he sees are using their powers for evil. Not to serve a righteous cause, but for his own peace of mind.
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{POWER}
Josiah's ability allows him to absorb and manipulate Kinetic energy. When something strikes his skin, be it a fist, bullet, etc, he absorbs the kinetic energy held within the object, and then channels it back outward through acts of physical strength, speed, agility, etc. However, the power cannot be held within his body for a lengthy period of time, it must be released almost as quickly as it is absorbed, or, depending on how much has been stored, it could take a toll on his body. (Muscles tear, bones break.) Because of this, it is best for Josiah to be in the thick of things. The ability needs to be consciously maintained in order for him to be 'invulnerable' and if there is no energy being absorbed to fuel the ability, it takes a great deal of his own energy to keep it up. (Ability Activation/Maintenance)

{STRENGTHS}
He is able to do almost anything the force absorbed could do. For example, absorbing the full force of a hand grenade could allow him to level small buildings in just a few blows. Being able to distribute the power is a bonus. He could put it all into his strength, or allocate it among all his attributes. This makes him a force to be reckoned with, considering the harder you hit him, the harder he hits back.

{WEAKNESSES}
If he doesn't have any energy to absorb, but his ability is active, it takes a great deal of his own energy reserves, often leaving him winded in a matter of seconds. On the other hand, if he absorbs too much energy, it could have serious side effects. The worst to happen thus far is a fractured wrist when he stopped a moving train.
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So begins...

Josiah Armstrong's Story

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Shadow Isle Federal Penitentiary. Built upon an island off the coast of New York City, it had been created to house the extremely dangerous criminals, insane lunatics and genetically-enhanced mutants that had been unlucky enough to be captured by their Government. This prison was created as an answer to the US’ criminal problems, and was highly regarded as the safest and highly-protected prison in the entire world.

But nothing is safe for ever.

In the dead of the night Police helicopters and speedboats rapidly approached the Shadow Isle, cloaked in midnight darkness. The helicopter searchlights led the way towards the Penitentiary, where smoke rose into the sky from multiple places. The Police were closely flanked by multiple media helicopters owned by different news stations, who were eager to get their hands on a nice, juicy story to fill the ears of their beloved audience with..

But the Police Boats and Helicopters were only carrying the reinforcements, as already on the beach and landing pads were multiple S.W.AT. Teams and American Special Forces units, who were talking to their superiors and team leaders through different radio channels, barking orders at one another and trying to organize a plan while the whole Island went to hell.

The entire Island had erupted into uncontrollable chaos. Fire raged from every window, screams, shouts and laughter burst from every open orifice and multiple explosions had been set off throughout the night. Prisoners had escaped through breaches in the walls and attacked the police officers down on at the beach, causing more injuries to the attacking force. From what the media helicopters can gather from their position, a fair number of inmates, police officers and prison guards had already been killed by multiple things, but all of them killed maliciously and with a clear, cold-blooded intent.

The media helicopters, not wanting to give up despite the obvious danger below them, circled around the Island once more, showing better, more convincing angles with their cameras for the viewers watching at home, who were watching with anxiety and bated breath. This horrific event had caught the eye of the whole nation, and no-one knew what they could do to help. The cameras also show the extensive damage caused by the prisoners and, perhaps, the men or man that had broken into the prison. There are multiple broken walls and windows on the ground floor, as well as more on each floor, as well as lots of fallen debris and wiring coming out of gaping holes.

The whole of Shadow Isle is wrecked, dangerous and too risky to survey.

Back in the air, one media helicopter, hoping for a brilliant picture for their viewers at home, dropped its altitude and hovered too far down into one of the courtyards of the prison, and soon caught the eye of the inmates. The helicopter was then assaulted with bricks, bottles and broken glass, whatever the criminals can get their hands on basically, in an attempt to bring down the helicopter and cause more chaos. The pilot of the vehicle struggled to maintain control of his bird, and the helicopter began to lose altitude and crash towards the ground. The camera team, some of whom had already been seriously injured by the debris thrown at them, threw themselves from the vehicle as crashed down into the shallow water near the beach, most of the being killed from the impact, their bodies strewn around the wreckage in a horrific manner.

Police scrambled to the scene, hoping to rescue the men from the wreckage and the news reporter that was in there as well, but were unable to do so once the wreckage caught fire, leaving the squad of officers to back away as it erupted into flames. The other media helicopters, seeing this disastrous event, began to pull out from the scene, and began to simply commentate on what was happening from a safe distance.

On a particular helicopter that was heading to the one of the prison’s few free landing pads was Commissioner Alan Norman, the Chief of Police at the NYPD. The man was desperately communicating with various S.W.A.T. and Special Forces team leaders to try and maintain a calm situation and transmit orders to them, although some of his orders seemed to be lost in translation and forgotten over the loud explosions and shouting.

A perimeter was already set up around the prison on multiple floors, with S.W.A.T. teams ready to breach the doors and enter the buildings in an attempt to save injured inmates and contain the uncontrollable and mutated ones. Norman stepped off the helicopter in a rush, his trench-coat blowing in the breeze and the wind caused by the helicopter’s rotor blades, and looked around the scene. The reinforcement helicopters he had brought with him were now in position, and with his word, began to rappel more Special Forces teams into the prison, whilst S.W.A.T. burst through the doors and began to clear the buildings room by room.

This was a defining moment in America’s history for years to come, the moment where the world first saw those that would become…
The Atlas Society.

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Before anything was going wrong at the penitentiary, Veil had worked her magic once again and was having a nice texting conversation with an inmate known as "O". He was an old man with a jolly spirit. His power was something that made him dangerous but also allowed him to save lives. Sadly though he had a history prior to gaining his powers. He was the Right Hand in one of the largest Biker gangs in America. He had retired before the abilities manifested but due to his excitement as well as inexperience with the ability led him accidentally yet severely injure a group of men that were trying to make a name for themselves. Sadly two of them died and when it was discovered that he had an ability as well as prior convictions they didn't ask any questions and sent him to the prison.

He had little to work due to his prestigious position, his bear like size and strength, as well as his ability. Prisoners and Guards gave showed him respect and those that didn't wound up in the prison hospital on the verge of death, but due to his new found control none have yet to die.

Veil had broken into the Prison's mainframe and started to make it yet another home for her codes. She had always been fascinated by others like her. Her power was almost a personification of her life. She hacked further and deeper until she had access to all the security cameras and prison doors She could easily let them or make sure they stayed in forever, but before she decided to do such a thing she began reading up on every prisoner tht was being held ,as well digging into all their pasts, at the same time. She started making a check list of those she found interesting and those she didn't. She didn't like those tht hurt people for fun and it was during this search that she found "O". A 54 year old man. Divorced twice with five kids total ranging from 21 -30. None apparently showed signs of abilities. His ability was that of manipulating Air itself.

It was minutes before everything went to hell. O was telling Veil about his amateur surfing career when one of Veil's Security AIs notified her that there was an anomaly and a few cameras had been tampered with.

"O, " Veil interrupted. "Is there anything going on there, I being told that cameras are starting to go down in certain areas. Is there anything that's off?"

"Well now that you mention it. The guard shifts are a little awkward tonight. They seem to be running behind schedule or something."

"O, I have to look things up real quick." Veil stated as her AI's sent shortcuts to the camera feeds of where past schedules had changed. Her AI's did good work. She was rather pleased with her creations she usually typed for aesthetic reasons but since he ws in a hurry she simply focused on the three custom made laptops in front of her and entered her commands mentally and all three were running at top speeds where even some of the best hackers would have trouble following. "O you need to get o-," she started to explain, just as the explosion occurred. She was surprised but not initially worried about O's safety because her brain told her he was not near the explosion and the fact that the phone was still on, meant he was alright. There was a sound coming from the other side of the phone.

She wasted no time and started sending "Helps" out to certain "heroes" that she had found in her daily searches that have been going on for years. [Rawhide, Paper Angel, Mach (who was almost there), MultiDude, Norman Dixon, Josiah Armstrong]

Hopefull this would give them a head start.

"Looks like I have early parole," he said with chuckle as the locking mechanism slide back as O continued to increase the air pressure while keeping it small and when the time was right he released it with a small explosion while he hid behind a concentrated wall of air that deflect incoming debris away from him.

"Where to, Miss Veil" O asked. Veil was not only keeping an eye on O but most of the prison populace. There was more going on inside the prison and Veil noticed one of guards were helping prisoners out.

'Thank gawd,' she thought to herself. She was searching the court yard seeing many fleeing. It was then that figure was found killing prisoners with little remorse and excess efficiency.

"O there is somebody dangerous out in the courtyard. He is killing every prisoner that comes close to him. I think you should avoid him. He is heavily armed and very skilled. Turn left and i'll guide you through a back way."

O turned right and went down the stair as he headed towards the courtyard. "Sorry, Miss Veil, but I can't runaway when people are dying. I have seen too much and cared too little in my past. Don't worry though. Big O is no pushover. I've dealt with all sorts of people. You'd be surprised by the number of martial artists and military punks i've laid out in my youth."

Veil continued to follow his route and after 3 minutes of failing to convince him she helped him by telling about blocked passages.

O stopped in the courtyard seeing the figure of man standing in the center of corpses. "Bye Miss Veil. I will do what i can, but please know that you were a blessing for this old man in these last few weeks. Even though i never understood that computer mumbo jumbo you talked about often." And before Veil could protest again O hung up the phone, dropped it and stepped on it.

Veil watched as O approached the man. O was easily a foot taller than the man. While watching Veil started to try to get as much information on the unknown man as possible while she and her AI's tried to assist as many people way from that killer as possible.

"Hey there, kiddo," O said now within 5 meters from the man standing before him. "Let's make this quick. I have a phone call to get back to." And with that he removed most of the air in the area making it harder for a normal person to breathe as if they were in the thin air Himalayas. He took his old boxing stance and started to weave slightly as he inched closer to the man and he continued to build up air around his fist and prepared to release another explosion against the man's chest.

With a practiced distance met, O dashed in with his fist flying for the man's chest.

'May it end with this.' he thought

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Josiah weaved his way through the masses on the streets of New York City, brushing into people's shoulders now and again. He had been hunting a mad all day, unable to ever get close enough to grab hold. He knew the man would be dangerous, and he'd rather not throw down in the main streets of New York. Too many people. The man he was tailing turned sharply around a corner, and by the time he made it there himself, he had lost sight of him. "Son of a bitch!" He cursed under his breath, rushing his fingers through his hair.

He heaved a sigh as he leaned against the wall of an electronics store, surveying the area to see if the man would double back. He had thought for sure he hadn't noticed him that time, and it irked him to think he got away again. He peered through the window of the electronics store, the window display full of blank computer monitors. Just as he was about to turn his head, one of the monitors lit up. Curious, he moved in front of the window to get a better look. A news broadcast played across the screen, alerting the public to a prison breakout off the coast of NYC. He couldn't help but notice that the computer wasn't plugged in, and was curious as to how it was streaming a news broadcast, but before he could think anything of it, a helicopter thudded by above him. He looked up at what appeared to be another news helicopter, undoubtedly making it's way to the prison mentioned in the broadcast. Without further hesitation, he sprinted toward the coast. He wasn't willing to pass up an opportunity like this, surely there were multiple mutants in the prison, the more the merrier.

Arriving at the coast, he caught his breath for a moment, scanning the shore for a boat, or anything to get him there quickly. There was a small building not far off advertising jet-ski rental, but they had been closed for several hours. He cursed under his breath, gazing out into the night, he could see the prison from where he was. The helicopters whirring above, the smoke pluming from the island. "I guess it's not too far.." he groaned. Wasting little time, he hurried for the dock, stripping down to just his pants and kicking off his shoes. He really wasn't going to pass up and opportunity like this.

He broke into a run on the dock, picking up as much speed as he could. His skin started to turn a pale shade of red, almost as if he had developed a sunburn suddenly. Reaching the end of the dock, he threw himself forward, getting as much distance as he could before crashing into the cold water.

The harsh cold and the force of the waves churned him around, but he was able to swim harder and harder the more the waves beat down on him. His skin steeped a deeper shade of red as he gained more momentum in the water, making what would have been a long and life threatening swim a feat that only took about 10 minutes. By the time he staggered ashore, the sight looked much worse than it did from the other side.

Looking around, he noticed a small armed squad of who he assumed was NYPD. He tucked his fingers to his lips, whistling for their attention. "Hey, you missed me! Over here!" The men swiveled in their spots, a bright light flashing upon him before they opened fire. As the bullets struck his skin, they merely rippled and sank to the ground, a small tuft of hot steam emitting from the point of impact. He smiled, advancing on the men faster, and faster still, until they had emptied entire clips into him.

He stopped in front of the man on point, giving him a thumbs up. "Good shootin' fellas." He burst forth in a breakneck run through the line of men, knocking them down on their ass as he bolted for the prison. He closed the gap to the wall quickly, and sprang from the ground over the wall, using a small burst of the built up energy.

The impact absorbed from the landing on the other side of the wall nearly replenished what it had taken to get him over. He straightened, scanning the scene. The courtyard was complete chaos. So many people had already been killed, their bodies strewn about or in small masses. It was hard to tell which were mutated, until his eyes fell on a man in the center of the courtyard, killing anything that came near him. The man stood, looking almost proud in the epicenter of large mass of bodies. There was no way he was fighting for the good guys, so that could only mean he was a target, the man's power was clearly not his own, he appeared to be dawned in some mechanical gear, and had to have been mutated in some way to fight like such a predator.

He spat on the ground, and made a b-line for the man, taking only a couple of steps before lunging forward, clearing the distance between the two just as the man gunned down an older prisoner. He was poised to land just to the man's right, cocking his fist back and driving it straight for his jaw, in an attempt to floor him with a punch capable of compacting the front end of a small car.

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Agent 16 watched with a mixture of delight and happiness as the old man looked up at him once more, bleeding from the areas where he had been rapidly shot by the assassin. He didn't seem to be able to grasp that he had been killed that quickly, and refused to fall backwards, crumple up and die peacefully. 16 didn't like waiting for things like this to happen, and simply surged forwards and kicked the old man to the ground, watching as he sighed in relief and pain as his life faded away.

16 shook his head, feeble human arrogance. The old man thought that because he had powers, he could defeat someone like him. He was nothing but wrong. Agent 16 was specially trained to fight people like him, and had been doing so perfectly and without a single flaw for many, many months. But to many people, those men died in freak accidents, because to many people, the man known as Agent 16 didn't exist.

No doubt that Agent 16 had been spotted by the security cameras by now, but that didn't matter, the American Government were good at cover-ups, and this would be just another one. He was 'independent', as far as the Government saw him, but there were many of those men and women in there that believed he existed and wanted to help him achieve his goals. But this wasn't a time to ponder on things that didn't need to be; 16 still had multiple enpowered criminals on the loose, and they needed to be eliminated.

But then, in a moment's notice, Agent 16 heard something, something off to his right. It sounded like someone spitting, removing their saliva from their mouth, something most commonly used to try and keep going and moving.

There was another fight coming, and Agent 16 was eager to start it.

A man with long blonde hair lunged at him, fist cocked back and ready to strike. But Agent 16 quickly looked back, the man had only taken a couple of steps before he lunged a fair distance, and Agent 16 knew that this man hadn't been in the courtyard moments before. This made Agent 16 know that this fist was to be avoided at all costs; there was something about it, something that made him think twice about taking that impact.

And so Agent 16 jumped far enough back to make the man miss his punch to 16's jaw, and quickly attacked the man's throat with a quick chop, hoping to activate the man's gag reflex and distract him for a moment. He then twisted the man's arm behind his back and grabbed a large tuft of the man's hair, forcefully pulling it up to make the man look into his eyes, the cold, dead eyes of Agent 16.

"Take a look around you. Piles of bodies, all of them possessing powers just like yours. You've made a valiant effort to stop me, but I'm afraid that nobody stops me." Agent wrenched the man's hair tighter, solidifying his grip. "I am the bringer of a new America, an America without injustice or disorder. You have no clue what you are doing by attacking me, but you have definitely sealed your fate."

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"Man, oh man," said [MultiDude]. "Are you sure you know how to fly this?" He was in the back a small helicopter flying low from a blindspot in the news feeds. It was all thanks to [Veil] really. she had hacked himself into the police database and made him a cop and procured him a swat uniform. Looked at the four other me S.W.A.T members in front of him and smiled behind his bullet proof mask. He was synced with his doubles as their thoughts passed to one another.

"Veil, you see me?" [MultiDude] asked as dude1, dude2, dude3, and dude4 stepped out of the helicopter and moved quickly away from the spinning blades. The moved smoothly covering most of their blind spots and as their minds were linked it gave them all a nearly perfect 360 vision.

"Yeah I see you, Dudes." came [Veil]'s reply over the earpieces. "I'm keeping track of what's going on everywhere, it is a war zone, man. There is some psycho that actually broke in and seems to be killing the prisoners and despite not using any powers, he is killing them -" [Veil[ paused momentarily as she thought of O. "-rather easily." She spoke while watching as the killer was engaging a man who she identified as [Josiah]. Once more it was skill vs power, but he was doing better than O had. "There are two mention-able hot spots at the moment. The infiltrator is fighting against a power user that has also entered the prison from outside. I want you to support him. While there is another fight ensuing against two speedsters."

Right on cue [Veil]'s AIs brought up images of both [Mach] and the other was [Thunder].

"I'm currently tracking others entering the prison and am attempting to get word to them so they could keep we can keep too many prisoners from leaking out and you need to assist them as well as keep the escapees from getting out and getting hurt."

"Such a slave driver, like always, V" [MultiDude] said and dudes 1-4 chuckled. Each one lifted their face plates as [MultiDude] saw four faces that looked exactly like his own and each gave them a lucky stick of gum and watched as the faces disappeared behind the bulletproof visors and they hustled over to the courtyard first. [MultiDude] asked [Veil] about the ability user's power and made his way over as she explained.

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[Veil] watched as [MultiDudes] moved along the wall toward the courtyard. They had come up with a plan after [Veil] caught word over the police radio of an encounter with [Josiah]before he entered the prison.

"You are going to go 5 meters forward until you see a crack in the wall and continue to make hard right," [Veil] explained where they had to go. [Veil] and [MultiDude] had worked together many times. They had a system that worked. She was thankful for his talents as well as his 'ability' which complimented her own quite well. "Alright then, you will be coming up to the open courtyard. Then proceed as planned."

"Yes, your majesty," came five similar voices over the com link. She might have think about finding someone else to partner up with she couldn't help but smirk as part of her mind focused on the courtyard.

In less than fives seconds [MultiDudes] opened fire on both men. According to [Veil] the good [Josiah] could take bullets so there was no need to hold back.

"Quite nice not having to worry about friendly fire isn't, guys?" asked [MultiDude].
"Definitely, Sorry about this man!" answered Dude1 before he shouted out to [Josiah].
"It is at least a good thing we have good aim, otherwise we probably wouldn't be helping at all". And with tht they fanned out 2 on the left and 3 on the right as they tried to get the other man in their crosshairs. timing their firing and reloading a normal person couldn't get a shot in especially while fighting a life and death situation.

[Veil] watched as ability users kept appearing left right and center. She was watching as a young man apeared from the shadows of a cell block not wearing prison clothes [Babylon] as well as two individuals that teleported into a vacant hallways. One male [Warlock] and one female [Sorceress].

In the next moment a prison next to the pair started ringing and at the same time a walking hissed and crackled next to [Babylon]. While waiting for one of the two to answer the phone [Veil] began to talk to [Babylon]

"Pssst, over here. pick up the walkie talky." [Veil] whispered over the line. She had no idea wht this person was capable of but he was in a bad part of the prison and if he turned out to be good then she had to help him stay safe.

She waited for replies as she kept an eye on [Mach]and [Thunder]while following [Black Midas] via cameras. She tried not make to obvious that they were being controlled so she made them swivel slightly back and forth from time to time. She looked up his file and new he was bad news and had to get these guys to keep possible victims away as well as keep them informed of his whereabouts. It was [Rawhide] that appeared to be the hardest to predict since he seemed to not have a worry for his own safety or the safety of others. [Veil] attempted to contact [Rawhide] by hacking the police com-link and find his headset.

"Hello, Mr Samson," she greeted him as a camera focused on him from the end of the hallway.

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Just as he expected to collide with the man's jaw, he jumped out of the way, evading the attack with a surprising amount of speed. "Shit!" When the punch didn't connect, the energy that was put forth retreated back into his being, causing him to wince in pain as his fingers twitched, though it would've appeared to Agent 16 that he did so because of the chop he delivered to his throat. Instead of the flesh of his throat, the man would've experienced a feeling more similar to chopping into a thin dense barrier.

Before he could gain his footing, the man spun around, gripping his arm and twisting it tight to his back. A grunt escaped Josiah's mouth as the man yanked his head back by his hair. The two locked eyes for a brief moment before the man spoke. His eyes looked like doors that lead nowhere, deep and dark, with no trace of human emotion, while his own eyes were filled with anger, and rage. As he went on about restoring America and sealing one's fate, a man approached, along with several others who looked identical to the first, surrounding the two of them, guns raised.

One of them shouted an apology, and then all of them opened fire. The next few moments involved the man pivoting himself to keep Josiah in the line of fire, obviously in an effort to shield his own self from harm. Perfect. With each bullet impact Josiah could feel the power flooding into his body, like a shot of pure adrenaline coursing through his veins.

The last few rounds of the first clip clattered to the ground, and the identical men began reloading. Now was his chance. " My fate is dictated by a much higher power than some meched out murderer. Can the tough guy routine for someone who doesn't know any better!"

He threw his head back suddenly, channeling the force of the bullets, giving his headbutt the impact of a speeding bus, in an attempt to either collide with the man, or, if he was smart, give him no choice but to let go and evade. He wouldn't be caught off guard like that again, now he knew he was messing with someone a bit above just some street punk with a bad attitude.

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"Shit!"

Agent 16 remembered that was what the man had said when he missed the punch, before he connected with the rest of his moves and disabled the man to the best of his ability. He was going to end it all, he was going to end the man's life with a simple gunshot to the back of the head, like he had done to so many others.

He was an empowered man, whether or not he was fighting on the side of good or the side of bad, he was still Agent 16's target and that meant he had to die, and every time he had been tasked to kill someone, Agent 16 had killed them every time. But this time he had failed in his attempts of doing so, this time something was different to him.

This time, someone had gotten in Agent 16's way.

It wasn't someone, however, but several men all dressed in the uniform of a S.W.A.T. squad, which left 16 confused. He was sure that the Government had made S.W.A.T. clear the beaches for escaping criminals before they were ordered to enter the complex. He was sure that, from his calculations, S.W.A.T. were never that quick to clear an area, especially an area as big as Shadow Isle's shorelines. So, from Agent 16's calculations, these men were independent benefactors posing to be a S.W.A.T. team, most likely either vigilantes hoping to score a big kill on a wanted criminal and earn themselves glory, or a group of criminals that had just murdered a group of S.W.A.T.

Whoever these men were, they had just made a big mistake, and had made a very powerful and threatening enemy.

Within a few moments, the men's guns were raised and they began to open fire on the pair. To defend himself from the bullets, his natural reflexes made him release the man's arm and grab him around the neck, before pivoting himself around and making all the bullets hit the man. As he watched his assailants fan out, he noticed that all of the men stood the exact same way. Their feet were the same lengths apart, their backs were hunched and they held their gun the exact same way. He figured out that one of those men was superhuman, and the rest were clones of his body.

Another thing that confused Agent 16 was that, despite all the bullets hitting the man's chest, they seemed to ricochet off of his chest and hit the floor like they hit a multi-layered wall. He didn't know why this wasn't working, but he didn't want to let go of the man, so Agent 16 simply hoped for the best and continued to block the bullets.

As the men began reloading, Agent 16 saw his chance and went to grab his M4A1, but was stopped when his hostage opened his mouth.
" My fate is dictated by a much higher power than some meched out murderer. Can the tough guy routine for someone who doesn't know any better!"
Suddenly, the man threw his head back and caught 16 right on the nose, disgruntling and startling the assassin. That wasn't a normal headbutt, especially from someone of his body build, and so he took that as another power of the man. He simply threw himself to his feet and pulled his M4A1 automatic carbine from it's holster, before firing towards two of the men dressed as S.W.A.T, hitting a few good shots in their arms and neck, before focusing the rest of his available bullets at his former hostage.

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The headbutt seemed to do the trick, for he was released from the man's grip. He quickly spun to face him, giving little thought to the outcome of the identical men. Before he could take even a step forth, the man had drawn a weapon, and fired on two of the identical men, and by the time he took his first step, his barrel was trained on him.

He welcomed each round as they smacked into his skin, leaving not even so much as an imprint before tumbling to the ground at his feet. This gun packed more of a punch, he could feel it juicing through his body, filling his limbs with vigor. The man began to reload, and just when he thought he was going to make an attempt on him, the identical men shouted, "FIRE IN THE HOLE!"

4 hand grenades were lobbed into his view, landing in the gap between him and the man. "Oh hell yeah!" He shouted, before springing forth, this time with much more speed and force, enough to leave two small holes in the concrete where he once stood, toward the man.

He collided with the explosion of the grenades, it washed over him, he could feel the heat, but only for a split second, for every bit of force absorbed from the explosion was channeled immediately into pushing his body faster toward his target, his arm held out wide in an attempt to clothesline him.

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Agent 16 fired multiple shots from his M4A1, one of them catching a member of the S.W.A.T. team in the neck. Agent 16 watched as the man crumpled to the ground, lifeless, almost immediately. But what came next was the point that proved Agent 16's suggestions to be true, as the other members of the S.W.A.T. team held their necks in extreme pain, exactly in the same place where 16 had shot the other one before.

They all then dove for cover and seemed to care for their injured necks, albeit that there was no wound on them. By the time that they had nursed their wounds, however, Agent 16 had turned his attention to his nearby opponent, the one who had nearly broken his nose moments before. Agent 16 had turned his carbine rifle towards his other opponent and began to fire as many bullets as he could onto the man's chest.

But things were NOT going as Agent 16 had planned them to go.

He was definitely fighting empowered humans, as the bullets he fired at the man simply bounced off of his chest, the impact and the kinetic energy being absorbed into the man's skin. He had unloaded an entire magazine onto the man's chest, to no avail, and so took the time to reload, shuffling back to keep a fair distance between him and the others.

As he reloaded, he suddenly heard a chilling voice in his direction. "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" One of the members of the S.W.A.T. team screamed, grabbing Agent 16's attention as he reloaded. When he moved his head to look, he saw that the S.W.A.T. team had just thrown 4 hand grenades accurately towards him, and straight past the other man. Agent 16 dropped his M4A1 and dove backwards to avoid the blast, which he successfully managed to do.

As he got back to his feet, he saw the man he had unloaded his bullets into diving through the smoke caused by the grenades. Before he had a chance to move, the man dove at 16 with the intent of hitting him with a clothesline, which he did successfully. The force hit 16 as quickly as he expected it to, and channeled it through him and used it to throw himself backwards through the air, landing on his feet and drawing his Vz.61 Skorpion sub-machine gun once again, before unloading more bullets towards the man.

He had now discovered what he had to do to defeat this man, and moved towards him to try and fill him as full with as much kinetic energy he could, because, if he had to channel his kinetic energy to use it, if he was caught off-guard by a sudden move, it would disorientate and perhaps injure the man, and it would allow 16 to finish it before it started.

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Through the smoke, he collided with the man, lurching him forward with the force of his arm. He steadied himself just as the man readied another gun before opening fire.

This one shot much fast, but the bullets didn't hit quite as hard. 'He should have caught on by now, maybe he has. Regardless...' he thought to himself as the entire clip was again emptied into him. He slowly took in a deep breath, his skin a deeper shade of red, almost vibrating with the energy.

Before the man began reloading, Josiah started to feel the amount of energy building in his body. It made him tense, like a weight had started to press down on his being. He had to think of a way to get rid of it.

Gripping his hands together, he heaved his arms above his head before bringing them swinging down toward the ground, using almost all of his built up energy to smash into the ground below.

The impact had enough force to shake the ground, as well as decimate the concrete foundation he was standing on, burrowing him about 2 feet into the ground. The destruction rippled outward, causing a good size hole in the ground to start collapsing inward.

A large concrete slab was balanced precariously on the rim, and he gripped it, digging his hands into the concrete itself, ripping it from the ledge. Using the energy that remained, he heaved the chunk at the man in an attempt to crush him.

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Bullet after bullet after bullet and still Agent 16 had left no mark on his opponent's skin. He had emptied an entire clip of sub-machine gun rounds onto the man's chest and the only thing it had done was allow him to absorb the kinetic energy and leave his skin a deeper shade of red than it was before.

But that is exactly what Agent 16 wanted.

Agent 16 began to feign reloading his weapon, slowly grabbing his Gerber Mark II Combat Knife from it's sheath on his back as he watched his opponent tense his shoulders, the kinetic energy obviously burdening him down. 16 watched the man take a deep breath, his exhale seeming to make a vibrating noise, which 16 thought could be a side effect of his powers.

As Agent 16 dropped his empty clip to the ground, the metal bullet holster clattering to the floor, his opponent gripped his hands together and lifted his arms above his head, readying himself for something. Agent 16 saw his chance and threw his Skorpion sub-machine gun to one side, swinging his combat knife through his fingers and running at his opponent.

As he approached, the man threw his hands to the ground and smashed the concrete floor below with all the kinetic energy he had stored in his body. Agent 16 stopped in his tracks, stumbling even, as the courtyard began to rumble. The foundations in front of him had given way, and were slowly collapsing all around him.

This wasn't going to end well.

Agent 16 saw one of the concrete slabs was still whole, and he watched as his enemy gripped it between his palms, digging his fingers directly into the concrete and ripped it from the ground. Agent 16 picked up the pace once more, and dove into the 2 feet hole that the man was stood in as he threw the concrete slab in 16's direction.

The slab smashed directly into 16's metal arm, causing him to tense his elbow and make the slab split in half from the impact. He then landed directly in front of the man and stabbed his combat knife directly into his shoulder, pushing down the hilt as he stared viciously into his opponent's eyes, trying to unnerve him.

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[Veil] found herself torn between [Rawhides] achievements. Sadly they lost more lives, but he had let loose with such fury that even she believed that the guard's could pass on feeling that they have been avenged.

“Allright Veil.” [Rawhide] spoke through the line again. “The Cafeteria is...clear.”

"Good job, How about we turn your attention to somewhere else where you are needed." [Veil] was trying to keep track of [Mach] yet his speed made it hard for her to really direct anyone in his location as well as trying to get a walkie talkie to grab his attention. Luckily he was still and [Veil] knew there was little time for her to get in touch with him so she caused every single walkie talkie to get a high pitched feed back in [Mach]'s area.

"Could you wait a sec, before you go running off again, Mach?" she added quickly before she was too late. "I have someone on the other line that is on the same side as you and I believe two should meet and perhaps help each other put this disaster to an end. There are others as well and perhaps if you both met up there, you can help get rid of the threat and assist in finding the next one, who apparently is planning something. [Veil] preceeded to give both [Mach] and [Rawhide] directions towards the courtyard to assist with [Bulwalk] and [MultiDude] with [Agent 16]. She connect the walkie talkies around [Mach] into the network of [Rawhide]'s device so that [Rawhide] could hear everything she said to him and so they could actually talk to each other]

"Help is coming, Dudes. Just keep him there as best you can". She said over the line to [MultiDudes].

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"Whoa, did you see that?" [MultiDudes] asked his doubles. "We didn't wind up killing him."
Yes, but sadly we didn't kill the other guy either.
responded Dude 3. They each reloaded and considered throwing some more wondering if it would help or hinder the situation but they didn't get a chance as Dude 4's vision showed the others their new comrade was quite scarlet and was attempting to do someth-.

Then it happened. They watched as the area around them shook ad a crater was formed.

Each chuckled at the scene before them. They had to get further back and dive out of the way of falling debris due to [Bulwark]'s last technique. They had lucky with not getting anything more than fractures and slight lacerations. They were all kind of wishing they had power that allowed them to be more super human so that they wouldn't have gotten hurt at all.

"Help is coming, Dudes. Just keep him there as best you can". She said over the line to [MultiDudes].

"That's what we're trying to do. This guy has a good sense of tactics and is handling us both rather well. But he still hasn't used an ability. I'm not sure if he has one and is waiting to use it. So tell your new friends to be wary." [MultiDudes] was sure whether or not [Agent 16] had an ability, but if he did then getting some back up could go a long way. After quickly attending to their injuries they began navigating themselves through the maze of debris.

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[Veil]'s sight of the courtyard was gone, as the cameras and the walls had fallen and shattered on the ground below. She wouldn't be much help there so she hoped that [Rawhide] and [Mach] would arrive at the courtyard soon. [Rawhide] had been closer but [Mach] was of course faster, It would be close. [Veil] had given two of her AIs commands to direct the two towards the courtyard making them use the voice synthesizer so that they sounded like her.

[Veil] was annoyed by [Babylon]'s response but she couldn't try again while he was surrounded by others, otherwise she would give his position away. so she had to watch and wait.

[Veil] watched through the camera's trying to read lips to find out what [Black Midas] was up to.
Another annoyingly intelligent opponent
she thought to herself as she watched him talking to a small group of inmates. She ran a background check to find out who they were and what their abilities were.

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As soon as he threw the slab, the man cut through it with his metal arm, almost as if it were paper, landing just in front of him, thrusting a knife into his shoulder. He thought nothing of it, that is, until the pain struck him. The ability was able to absorb most of the impact, but from the previous expulsion of energy, it left the barrier momentarily weakened.

When the man pushed with his free hand, it pierced threw the barrier, and into his skin. A crippling twinge shot from his shoulder and threw the rest of his body shortly after, this was a first for him. Luckily it wasn't too deep, he had never had any fear when facing an opponent, but in the moment the knife punctured his raw, tender flesh, the first thing to have ever broken through his barrier, he felt weak.

From the point of the impact, tiny, pale, nearly clear tendrils of energy licked at the blade, trying to reconnect the barrier to fully provide his shield, while a hot, fresh stream of blood trickled down his chest, not leaving a trail as it rippled off the remaining barrier that covered his body, and dripping to the ground.

The tendrils began pressing into the blade, feeding off the pressure and channeling it back into the blade, if left in too long, the blade would began to crack under the pressure of the tendrils. His mouth hung open slightly as if he were unable to speak, and his brow wrinkled as he caught his opponent's stare.

Forcing the thoughts of fear and weakness from his mind, ignoring the blood that leaked from his wound, and not wasting a moment, he clenched his jaw tight, his eyes setting ablaze once more with their previous rage, and gripped the man's wrist that held the knife before driving his free palm with the knife's impact force, at his elbow, in an attempt to cripple the man's arm. This would be followed with an explosive knee to the man's chest, attempting to get him out of arm's reach.

If it were to succeed, this would pull the knife free from his shoulder, which would allow the barrier to reconnect and proceed to repel further attack.

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That other speedster seemed to be defeated, and that meant that Mach's job there was done.

He didn't feel that he needed to throw his defeated opponent in a jail cell or anything, he knew that S.W.A.T. or any remaining guards would find the unconscious prisoner and lock him up on their own. Besides, Mach knew that they would do a better job, a more secure job, at returning the man to his rightful place behind bars than he ever could. They were trained officially in law enforcement and probably did that job on a daily basis, so why should Mach need to do such a thing?

And so, with everything behind him, Mach simply kicked back and set off into a sprint, rapidly accelerating and he rushed around the corner and down the prison corridor, the sirens still wailing and dead or unconscious men still littering the floor with no sign of getting back to their feet. Still, Mach knew he was doing his best to defend the ones who were outside, in that big open city, from the people who would do them harm in this building.

As he took himself around the corner, he came to an open window and looked outside into the courtyard, where he caught a glimpse of some commotion outside. But before he could get a proper look at the entire situation, the walkie talkies of the dead officers near him screamed in a high-pitch frequency, causing Mach to grab his ears and nearly collapse from the noise. Once it had subsided, he walked over and took one of the walkie talkies. He placed it to his ear and began to listen to whoever or whatever was on the other side.

"Could you wait a sec, before you go running off again, Mach?" Mach laughed. He had only heard this woman's voice for about a second, and she was already telling him off. He didn't know her name, what she looked like and what she did for a living, the only thing he knew about her is what she sounded like. "Sure, I'm waiting, now that you've pierced my eardrums. But before you explain what you want from me, at least tell me your name, Miss?"

"I have someone on the other line that is on the same side as you and I believe two should meet and perhaps help each other put this disaster to an end. There are others as well and perhaps if you both met up there, you can help get rid of the threat and assist in finding the next one, who apparently is planning something." Mach was intrigued. He knew that he wasn't the only superhuman helping the authorities in this prison, but now one of them wanted him to join up with another. Well, Mach knew that two heads were better than one, and would gladly aid another in his attempts to end this. "Well, I guess having backup couldn't hurt. Show me the way, milady."

And with that, Mach waited for her response, leaning against the wall, his leg propped up to help him push off and burst into a sprint when he was ready to.

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The blade dug into the man's shoulder and made the man wince, which in turn made Agent 16 smile. He had finally broken the pathetic barrier that the man had coated his skin with, and now Agent 16 could begin the real damage. Agent 16 watched the blood seep from the wound with interest, the hot, crimson liquid pouring from the wound and down the man's chest, it showed that he was human after all.

Any man that bled could be killed, that is what Agent 16 believed, and now that the man had bled, he was no longer invincible in the eyes of the Government assassin. But then Agent 16 looked again and saw no trail of the blood, instead it simply ran across his chest like water on metal and dropped to the ground. He looked up, shocked, and tried to thrust the blade deeper into the man's shoulder, where he had broken the barrier.

As he pushed and pushed with all of his might, Agent 16 noticed the tendrils. Tiny, pale, nearly clear tentacles of energy that swam around the blade, trying to mend the break in the man's barrier. He thought it was pathetic, the tendrils trying to piece each other together and fix the barrier, but then he realized something. His hand began to shake, and Agent 16 knew that he wasn't nervous.

The tendrils were pressing against the blade of his combat knife, absorbing the pressure that Agent 16 gave off in his hands. The blade began to crack in the middle under the pressure as his opponent gripped 16's wrist, before slamming his palm into his elbow. Agent 16 recoiled and tried to swing his metal arm around in a punch to the left temple, but a knee to his chest stopped that from happening.

Agent 16 released his grip on the knife and stumbled backwards as the knee smacked him in the abdomen. Using his metal arm, Agent 16 released his COP .357 Derringer handgun from it's holster, firing multiple bullets at his opponent's head, before using his free hand to pull his Intratec TEC-38 from his other thigh holster. He walked forwards, firing bullets all over the man's body in succession, hoping that he was still weakened, and, once he got close enough, holstered his Derringer and began to hit the man in the head with punches, hammer-like fists and elbows, adding a few headbutts for good measure as he tried to take his opponent to the floor.
"WHY...WON'T...YOU...JUST...DIE!?!" Agent 16 screamed at his opponent as he hammered as many blows and punches he could into the man's face before he was inevitably thrown off.

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Somewhere...somewhere out there in the dark, infinite space there is a special realm, unseen by all, the Ivory Tower of the Master of the Arcane Arts, Doctor Infinity. Infinity garbed in his mystical robes, looked down into a pool of the most clearest and purest water one could ever hope to find. It was the mystical Augury, an object of great magical power that can scry the known universe revealing to the user, omens of the future. And the future looked bleak. A great evil is returning to throw the very Universe into a state of chaos. The Eternal One, has returned, and it seems his sights maybe set on the planet, his home, of Earth. Geoffrey was worried about the current state of his home that he has not seen for hundreds of years now. So much has changed in the span of time that he has been away, helping other races of beings against the many evils that fester within this great existence of theirs.

It wasn't before long that the image of Earth being assaulted by the Eternal One was erased and replaced with an image of the Council of the First. It was difficult to tell what exactly they looked like, having wearing hooded robes that concealed their entire bodies. He did know that they were much larger than a human and are definitely far older and wiser. He listened as the Council voiced their concerns about the return of the Eternal One. A concern that the Doctor shares as well. They commanded he meet them in their Chamber as the Doctor prepared to teleport himself directly before them. Soon he left the comforts of his sanctuary as he entered the round chamber room of the Council of the First. "This must be gravely serious, if the Council feels that I must meet them for a physical audience." Infinity spoke.

"Tis true, Master of the Infinity Soul, the Mana Force has spoken to us, as it has surely spoken with you." Spoke a Councilman. "The Mana speaks of a true threat to the Universe, a being we have long since philosophized to be the living embodiment of Pride, the Eternal One." Spoke the Head of the Council. There was a hush amongst the council as even Doctor Infinity tensed up. It has long since been the duties of the Hosts of the Infinity Soul to defeat the Seven Sins from the Universe. Yet, to go as far as to suggest one being can so perfectly encompass the Sin of Pride, then his power must be that of legends. "As the Council of the First, it is our solemn duty to create a Universe of peace, but in order to do so the very Avatars of Evil must be cleansed from existence." The Head spoke. "Of course, I do understand, but members of the Council if I may question, have we truly found one of the Avatars of the Seven Sins?" Doctor Infinity spoke aloud. The Council of the First muttered amongst themselves over Geoffrey's inquiry.

As they discussed in private they finally spoke aloud to Geoffrey. "The Mana works in ways that are mysterious, even to us, so called Sages. Yet, the Mana has given strong indication that The Eternal One maybe one of the Avatars, despite the lack of an apparent truth, we as the Council cannot afford to ignore this Eternal One." The Head responded. "Then, is it the wish of the Council for me to confront this Eternal One?" Doctor Infinity asked. "No, it is not yet time to face the Eternal One in combat...for now, we wish you to remain vigilant and act only when The Eternal One decides to strike." The Head quickly responded. Doctor Infinity bowed before this request. "One last thing must be brought up to discussion before our champion departs." A Councilman reminded their Head. "Yes, the matter of Earth troubles us greatly." He spoke. Geoffrey perked up as the Council seemed to have misgivings about his homeworld. Naturally concerned Doctor Infinity spoke, "What seems to be the matter with Earth?" The Head looked down upon the Doctor as he spoke with a heavy sigh.

"The Mana may reveal many things but one thing it cannot is the Future, merely, omens of the Future can be given and the Future of Earth is hidden within darkness. The Earth is going through a tumultous time of a change and the outcome of said change may greatly affect the rest of the Universe." He spoke. The Doctor was taken aback of what he was saying, is the Earth really becoming such a focal point in the Universe? As far as he could tell, the Earth lived in bliss of the great, wide Universe, nothing but an insignificant speck compared to the infinity of the Universe. He was quite happy the Earth drew no great attention like so many other planets that have long since created vast Empires that alter the course of history every where. Is it Earth's time to join such recognition and become a power player in the Universe? "Please tell me, what is happening on my home that would bring about such great change?" He asked greatly worried. "The Humans have come into contact with great power, power that is altering them, changing them into something far beyond what is considered Human. They are radically gaining fantastic powers and abilities and it is this quick and sudden change that brings about a great mystery that must be solved. Some way, some how, these Humans will forever change the scope of their planet either saving it or dooming it. Whether they be friend or foe, remains to be seen." The Head rambled on.

Doctor Infinity stood their, silent for sometimes as he mulled over the Council's words. He wasn't quite sure what was happening but since it was happening to his home, he felt obligated to learn more and find some way to help steer in on the course for good. With resolve in his eyes he stares up to the Council and speaks, "I may not be aware of the events on my own planet, but I shall consult the Augury and I will watch these Empowered Humans and determine if they are a threat to us." He spoke aloud. "That is all we ask of thee, Doctor Infinity." The Head spoke. After they each bowed their heads, Doctor Infinity was dismissed as he returned to the Ivory Tower. He once again peered within the ever clear pool as the Augury showed him of Earth, specifically Shadow Isle prison as a group of empowered individuals fight to quell the violent uprising occurring over the island. So far it seemed the situation has been mostly detained, yet the fight with Agent 16 holds his undivided attention. He watched on, wondering which side will be triumphant in this conflict.

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It had gone on for too long, FAR too long.

He had fought this man to a standstill so many times, but he was not going to fight until another standstill happened again. As soon as the two went for each other again, Agent 16 used his bionic arm to punch his opponent in the forehead before running at them and tackling them down onto the stone, using as much strength as he could to lift both of them out of the hole they had created for themselves and back onto regular ground.

He began to smash the man in different areas so hard that he broke the shield multiple times, before he used his rifle and parts of broken debris to attack the man's head and leave him battered and bloodied. He threw the man back down into the hole, thinking he was dead, but little did he know that the man was still very much alive, just unconscious.

He looked around, seeing if there was anyone else left for him to take down, and noticed two men off in this distance, heading his way. He grinned evilly and walked towards them, brandishing his combat knife and handgun.