Hit's voice, as smooth as silk yet carrying a chilling authority, spoke out. "You're in my way." He said, his words hanging in the air like a death sentence. Standing there, cloaked in a sleek, lower-half, form-fitting, dark purple trenchcoat, was a man of unparalleled presence. His sharp, piercing red eyes bore into your soul, and a stern frown rested upon his lips. His name was whispered in fearful reverence throughout Universe 6 - "Never-Miss Hit."