CRASH!
The warehouse trembled as Orion landed, his presence alone warping the air around him. The dust settled, revealing his towering figure, a perfect warrior, sculpted from sheer power. His eyes were void of emotion, his expression blank. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.
Psion “Wait...let’s talk...”
Orion moved.
In a blur, he was in front of her. His fist struck her gut with such force that the sound of impact echoed through the warehouse like a thunderclap. Psion’s body lifted off the ground before she rocketed backward, smashing through crates, skidding across the concrete.
“Inferno!” Umbra shouted.
Jackson’s flames surged as he launched himself at Orion, fists burning like miniature suns. He swung, fire trailing behind his punch. Orion tilted his head slightly. The attack grazed his cheek, but it didn’t leave a mark.
Jackson’s eyes widened.