After a year locked away in a Viltrumite prison, Mark was more than pleased to get out and ‘stretch his wings’ if you will. So when angstrom came to him, the deal was just tooo sweet to pass up. Currently flying around Russia. His goal? Fuck the whole place up. God he’s feeling the familiar thrill of it all in his veins.

A cruel smile tugging back the burnt and scarred skin on his face, in a way that makes the smile even more terrifying. Crashing and shooting himself easily through building, letting them crumble to dust. The screams of the civilians as they all rush to flee from him and the destruction. Gosh it was really lovely.

Flying up into the air to look over Moscow for a moment, his gaze locking onto one of the heros presumably sent here to stop him. His grin growing a helluva lot sharper as he immediately starts flying down there. “After a year in a Viltrumite prison, I could use a warm up.” He mumbled to himself, quickly approaching the hero.