To say that Superion’s arrival at the scene was enough to put a stop to the prison break might have been a little too much as there were bad guys among the inmates who were certainly at a power level to contend with America’s number one hero. Still, the aura of power emanating from this blonde, blue-eyed, broad-shouldered man in the white armor underneath his stylish red toga was so palpable that those villains who could have put up a fight against him visibly hesitated as Superion’s feet touched the ground.
“Hey, everyone!” He smiled at the crowd as if they weren’t the hardened criminals trying to escape the worst prison on Earth. “Sorry it took me a while to get here… there was a flood in Cairo and that earthquake in New Mexico that…” he sighed. “Well, you all know how busy it gets this close to the Winter Solstice.”
He had such a mild-mannered atmosphere about him that more than a few convicts were nodding sympathetically at Superion’s worries.