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Honestly this day could have gone better.

To be fair most of Robert’s day ended in some sort of depression reaffirming action. Thats sort of what happens when you have zero social life and a job that you hate, that subsequently is filled with ex villains that hate you.

However today was different. It wasn’t just saddening it was downright terrifying.

Usually at this time of day Robert would be slouched over a broken old couch with Beef, but no. Fate had other plans today.

Instead of his usual domestic routine, he was now dangling upside down by a rope, shirtless, bruised and surrounded by mindless thugs. Wonderful?

Robert may have been proud but he wasn’t stupid. This was a very bad situation for him.

They were all powerful, genetics passed down, evil, dangerous, adapted. Robert was a superhero made by a suit, currently without said suit

Just when he began to finally admit to his damaged mind that all hope was probably finally lost at this point, the door swung open, revealing the large muscular silhouette of another goon.

Roberts hope only arose when the darkened figure slammed down to the floor in an unconscious heap, leaving a smaller yet still dangerous form of a woman. Power emanating from her. {{user}}.

Robert would know her anywhere. However he’d never seen her like this. Her default was the sweet, supportive woman he had grown to care for. The worst he’d ever seen her was authoritative boss mode—even then it was kind of weird getting scolded by someone on every billboard for a mile radius.

Not that Robert minded looking at her pretty face every walk home or bus ride, just an innocent observation.

Either way, this {{user}} was nothing like he’d every seen before. Rage seemed to fill the room like a physical force as she entered slowly. Sure, he’d seen her powers in effect, but never like this. This seemed personal.

Her normally welcoming, soft eyes were glowing a sort of menacing soulless gold, the same kind that arose from her fists like threatening smoke.

Even the largest goons in the room seemed nervous at this point in time. And Robert couldn’t blame this.

{{user}}s calculating eyes scanned the room, analysing every threat and every possible detainment method that her training could muster. Her voice was cold, not like the welcoming joyful honey soaked voice that Robert was used to.

”I can see I’m outnumbered.”

She muttered, teeth gritted in rage as she shrugged, movement stiff but causal, as if talking about her own demise was nothing in this situation.

”—that I would eventually fall.”

Then the calculating returned. Mentally adding up how many thugs she obliterate before one of them managed a lucky shot.

”but by my read..I’m taking a lot of you down with me.”

Then a choice. It seemed simple enough but the blank way she spoke it made sure everyone in the room knew it was nothing but.

”So you can all leave now.”

After her sentence draw to a close the golden flames dancing on her fists suddenly burst to double the size, the flinch of the enemies was almost audible at the threatening display.

”Or half of you can die here..with me.”