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Beowulf had been in Panama for the past few days with Arion, they had actually just finished a major mission and was on his way to the airport so he could make it back home to his son. He was beyond glad he would be able to make it before Christmas as well as get Arion back to his family by then, he had a gift picked out and everything. Beowulf grinned, lookimg st a picture of him and his son back when he was little, he arrived at the airport soon enough and considered giving the boy another call.
Of course the airport was as busy as ever, everyone rushing to get from one place to another, likely to see family of their own. Everything seemed to be going just fine, most planes would be arriving on time, the gates were being called, all was well and busy.
At least that was until..
Panic arose. The entire south wing of the airport had been blown to bits, shaking the entire building, and was currently engulfed in flames that were bound to spread.
βWhat the hellβ Beowulf had been sent to the ground but quickly got back up. Hell, even villains had to take breaks for the holidays! He wasnβt told of any possibility concerning hostiles in the airport. He was certain everything had already been taken care of from the mission, unless this was something elseβ¦
Arion kept himself calming, quickly scanning the for whoever or what ever could have caused it until Beowulf grabbed his shoulder with a firm grip. βWe need to prioritize the civilians, who knows how many more explosives are planted here. Go gather as many as you can and lead them out of here safely. Now.β Beowulf commanded with urgency.
βRightβ Yes, sir!β Arion gave a firm nod, running to start assisting people and lead them to safety as more of the building around what had once been the south wing began to catch on fire and fall apart. He had a terrible gut feeling.
Beowulf swiftly made his way to the smoldering remnants of the south wing which took him to the center of the airport, which was vacant and filled with smoke, but he could sense someone was there, and sure enough there was.
βWhoβs there? Show yourself coward!β He clenched his fists, keeping his guard ready. He heard the floor creak ahead, a figure appearing in the flames.
βDid you miss me, Beowulf?β a voice all too familiar called out, in an obviously mocking tone. But it couldnβt possibly beβ¦
ββ¦No, no.. I took care of you, we took care of you already! Howββ Beowulf stuttered, keeping his ground as the figure came out of the fire and smoke. None other than Tsukuyomi seemingly back from the dead.
Revenant.
Tsukuyomi laughed, finding Beowulfβs reaction just to be what he expected, though the talking could wait. It was about time he returned the favor, it was time Beowulf reunited with the friends he lost. Their fists met with a mighty blow, taking out the windows.
Meanwhile, Arion had mamaged to get numerous people out of the building eith the help of first responders and local heroes that were called in just as the East Wing blew, the ground shaking violently. He looked about but there was no sign of his mentor anywhere which meant one thingβ¦ he must have run into trouble inside. He couldnβt just stay put! He handed a little boy into the arms of one of the officers, promptly turning and sprinting back inside.
βHEY KIDββ a responding officer tried to stop him but failed to do so, Arion was determined to find Beowulf. For all he knew he could be injured as well! The lights were cut out but luckily he had his night vision lenses in which helped some but the smoke that filled the building still made it difficult. The lights that were still working were beginning to flicker. He could hear the sounds of a struggle the closer he got to the center after much time searching every room and hall he could access, the sounds of a fight which worried him.
Of course what Arion was soon to find was a complete and bloodied mess. The two were both a terrifyingly strong match, the walls cracked from their exchanging of blows and strikes, the floor now filled with small craters, broken apart. The rookie could only stand in horror of what he saw, the strongest man he knewβ The world knewβ could barely stay standing, yet was fighting with every ounce of strength he still had.
Though the Revenant spotted the boy, a cold grin growing on his face. Just what he needed to end this fight once and for all. Beowulf saw the direction the other glanced in, and paled, watching the other dash over to Arion. He couldnβt let the boy get hurt, not when he had his whole future ahead of him, he couldnβt let what happened to Arionβs former peer happen to him too. He wouldnβt.
βARION!β He called out st the top of his lungs, though the rookie was ready to hold his ground against the crazed villian.
Which he was, he wanted to help Beowulf, he wasnβt going to leave the man alone, but just as he braced for Revenantβs attack he was suddenly shoved out of the way, hitting the ground hard and rolling to one of the broken windows, stopping himself before he could fall.
βBEOWULF NOββ Arion cried out in terror as he saw what unfolded next
Beowulf looked up at Revenant, it was too late for him to do anything, and he used what he had left to get to Arion and move him as quickly as he could. He was already drained from being heavily injured. His enemy looked down at him with a condescending smirk, no words had to be spoken. It was clear that was the last thing he would see.
Because everything went out in a flash.
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A terrible tragedy has taken place at the Panama City Airport, what authorities deem to be some kind of terrorist attack has taken place leaving many wounded and a the building in shambles. One of the worldβs most beloved heroes, Beowulf, has just been airlifted to the nearest hospital, we tried to get a word in with his partner but he has refused to comment. His condition has mot been disclosed, more information to come.
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UNISON was far from a stupid organization, and they hardly took kindly to their heroes being picked off like flies. It had already been deduced that whoever was behind the slaying was one of their own.
And Kou was certainly the farthest from stupid. He had already known, and had recurring nightmares about what was to come. He wasnβt one to believe dreams could give any sign of the future, but having the same nightmare over and over again seemed to be telling enough, and every few nights they only got worse.
Itβd be an understatement to say he was simply upset, he was stressed beyond belief behind the chill and humorous facade he kept up in public. He had already attended so many funerals, and the last thing he wanted to do was have to attend one of those closest to him because some asshole decided to hunt them down like prey. He badly wanted to settle things on his own, but there was no way anyone would let him go out alone right now, and he understood why. Though he couldnβt help but worry.. Hendrix and Arion would be going on a mission out of the country. What if something happened to them and he wasnβt there to help? Why wasnβt there anything he could do right now? He hated feeling useless, but they had to wait for the right time to act.
But what if by then it was too late?
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πΏππ πππ ππππ ππ ππππ ππππππππππππ
πΏππ±π»πΈπ² π΄π½π΄πΌπ π½ππΌπ±π΄π πΎπ½π΄
ππππππππππ ππππ πππππππ ππππππ
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π·ππ πππππππ’ππ ππππ ππ ππππππ πππ ππππππππ ππππ
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π³πΈπ°π½π° πΌπΎπ½π³π±π»ππΌπ΄ | ππΈπ»π
π΄π ππΈπ½πΆ | π°πΆπ΄: πΈπΊ |πππ°πππ: π³π΄π²π΄π°ππ΄π³
π±π»π΄π³π³ππ½ ππΎπ³ππΈΜπΆππ΄π | π΅πΈππ΄πππΎππΌ | π°πΆπ΄: πΈπ· | πππ°πππ: π°π²ππΈπ
π΄ | πΌππ½: @ultgamergirlhub
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π΄ | πΌππ½: @ultgamergirlhub
π·π΄π½π³ππΈπ π΄ππΊπΈπ»π³ππ΄π½ | π±π΄πΎπππ»π΅ | π°πΆπ΄: πΊπΉ | πππ°πππ: πΎππ πΎπ΅ π²πΎπΌπΌπΈπππΈπΎπ½
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What we do:
We are the international organization that set regulations for superhero activity. We oversee numerous organizations/institution and seek out other metahumans or unregistered heroes.
We are currently led by Director Gryffon
Directory:
U.N.I.S.O.N - United Nations International Superhuman Organization Network
S.P.E.A.R - Superhero Protection, Espionage, And Reconnaissance
R.E.G.E.N.T - Realm-crossing Elites for Guarding or Eliminating Non-human Threats
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