A lizard. A big, green, lizard is towering over the skyscrapers in ruins. It screams wildly, goblets of saliva falling from the side of its jaws. The long, scaled tail whips side to side, taking down buildings with the easiness of a child playing with sand castles.
Once the secret ruler of this land, the beast has laid dormant for long under the waters of the bay, only to be awakened by something that disturbed its dreamless sleep.
And now it’s reclaiming its kingdom.
Only one stands in front of him. The young man known as Quinn Stevens hovers just above the eyes of the gigantic reptile, flying within a complex path in close proximity to the horrible head.
The blind run of destruction trough the city is haltered. The beast looks around, unable to keep up with the fast pace of the silver glowing superhero. It screams in rage, snapping his fangs trying to catch that annoying target that it’s nothing more than a fly for the cold blooded wonder.
Another snap of the powerful jaws shakes the air. Followed by another jump back of the young Stevens.
Frustrated, the giant creams. And in that precise moment, the flying man unites his hand, and a powerful burst of silver energy hits the beast.
Just by inches it miss the tender, soft tissue of the open mouth, and instead hits the mirror-like polished scales of the head, dissipating away in the cold air
The beast small brain is not made to process though, and can’t makes plan. But it’s build to react to external stimuli. And as it feels the attack, it respond.
As the young man rest for an instant after the burst of energy, the giant tail whips again. And slap Quinn with the power of an erupting volcano.
The shock, hampered by the silver energy shield, doesn’t kill the guy, like it would with normal people. But Quinn Stevens loose his senses, and as he falls from high, his silver energy fades, depriving the young man of his only protection toward certain death.
But the ground is not what he crashes over. Two muscled arms catch Quinn at mid fall.
It’s a slightly older looking man, dressed in a blue and grey tattered uniform, with a slightly darker patch where a logo of sort has been evidently ripped away. Curly black hairs, a square jaw and deep blue eyes complete the picture.
Quinn opens his eyes. “Who… who are you?” asks, as his silver energy begins to glow again around his body.
“Name’s Hero. And it looks we are in dire need of help!”
