As the skyscraper-sized beast lunged toward a crowded transit station, Triumph dropped from the clouds like a falling star, his purple cape snapping like a whip in the wind. He caught the creature's massive, descending claw with a single hand, his Viltrumite-alloy gauntlet humming with a low, violet pulse as he anchored his heels into the asphalt.

Turning his weathered, kindly face toward the huddling commuters, Orin offered a small, reassuring smile that crinkled the skin around his eyes.

"Steady now, little ones. Move quickly to the tunnels and do not look back," he said, his voice a calm, resonant rumble that somehow rose above the monster’s deafening roar. "I have spent lifetimes breaking things; it is my greatest honor to finally hold the line for you. You are safe now—I promise."

With a sudden, explosive burst of strength, he hurled the behemoth backward into the uninhabited bay, his gentle demeanor vanishing into a gaze of unyielding steel as he took flight to finish the job.