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About EtherealWings

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    Genres; Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Comedy, Casual, Medieval, Suspense. Anime and realistic style themes in writing. Video editing.
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  1. "Hey, ugly! Why'd they send you alone, huh? You pack a punch but you haven't got a single hit even on me, and I'm a kid!" Zyon shrugged. "Guess you're all talk, huh?" Zyon attempted to retrieve his attention and lead him away from Bruce.
  2. Zane skidded back. "Well, it was worth a shot..." Zyon had rushed over to Bruce. "Are you okay?"
  3. Zane smirked. Water formed around his own body simultaneously, starting from the tips of his hands. Once it took the proper shape of armor, it hardened and he brought more water to surround Nictis's body. The water wrapped around him like a cocoon, almost the entirety of it covered within seconds. He looked toward Zyon for a moment. "Don't just stand there, I'm gonna need your help, kid!" Zyon nodded and rushed over. If he charged the water with electricity, it could possibly harm him.
  4. Thunder crashed as the rain continued to pour, and Zyon looked helpless. "Bruce!" A heavily drenched man soon came behind Nictis, it was Zane. He raised his hands toward the sky, and the rain circled Zane in a continuous loop from all sides. He pushed his right arm forward and the water burst forward in sync with the action, circling and grabbing onto Nictis's arm in an attempt to drag him backward. With his left, he copied this action and stepped back. He grit his teeth, because the attacker's strength was a lot for Zane to handle alone. @MichaelTheLightBringer
  5. Zyon's expression dropped as Bruce was brutally kicked to the ground. He tried to speak up again but couldn't manage a word and he tried to move but his fear held him still. Everyone was now being beaten easily and the being barely seemed harmed at all. He still sat on the dirt, watching from where he had fallen. Without his consent, his prosthetic charged up again. He looked toward it and stood up quietly.
  6. Zyon tumbled backward too, and he rubbed his head. "What... was that?" He pushed himself up to a sitting position.
  7. Zyon shrugged, and his arm dimmed back to normal. "You guys were late, and I was in the neighborhood..." He smirked. "Besides, I knew you'd show up sooner or later." He turned toward Magnus. "Hey try not to get so close to death next time, man, I would have preferred to stay hidden behind that rubble over there."
  8. Zyon put a hand to his chin and looked up. "Yeah... you may be right, but... I think I'm willing to take that risk." Zyon looked past him toward Magnus. "But from what I know, you'll be outnumbered in say... possibly..." he lowered his hand and finger counted, "one, two, maybe 2 and a half minutes give or take? Do you think I can stall you for that long?"
  9. Zyon looked at his arm. "Are you kidding me? I can't fight him!" He said out loud to himself. He peeked past the barrier he hid behind and watched as the being threatened Magnus. "Agh... whatever!" He rushed out of his hiding place. "Hey, lightshow, why don't you give it a rest?!" His prosthetic arm glowed blue and sparks of electricity formed around it as it charged up within a few seconds. "You realize this is our turf, right?"
  10. Zyon lifted his eyes toward them as he ventured closer. He froze in his tracks, stepping back a bit once he realized what was going on. The two were in the heat of battle and there he was standing in the midst of them. He ran toward a large piece of cement within the rubble and hid behind it. He panted, hoping neither of them saw him.
  11. A teen approached the crater as the dust settled, wondering what had crashed into the ground. He peered toward it, trying to make out what happened. He lifted his prosthetic arm and ran his hand through his hair, as he anxiously watched waiting for something to either jump out at him or something from space now exposed to Earth's atmosphere. He slid down into it, not knowing of the quarrel just moments prior.
  12. Zane turned to look at the mansion again. He shook his head, not going back in as his boss instructed. He needed to remain near the mansion in order for him to think he was doing as he was told in case he was tracked via GPS again. The large front gate had one or two cameras, but he tried to stand out of the way of them.
  13. "I never do get a say, do I?" Zane said out loud. He leaned on the gate, with crossed arms. He was standing in the rain, though barely seemed uncomfortable. He took out the communication device Bruce gave him and looked toward where his boss drove off. This is why I don't get involved in these things. He set the device over his ear to see how it fit. It seemed to still power on despite the rain, which eased his mind as he'd been completely drenched with it.
  14. "You know... a connection within their group would be very useful.... Have you been holding out on me? How long have you known one of the richest men alive, boy?" The man asked, his english accent heavy. "Uhh.... maybe 15 minutes? There's nothing I can do amongst them, they... well, they don't trust easily. Why would they want me to be part of their team, right? It's a lost cause," Zane tried to change his boss's mind before it was made up. He wasn't even supposed to track him here. "I got what you wanted, is there anything else? I need to go and get some sleep." The man studied Zane for a moment. "They don't let just anyone cross their gates. What did they help you with, anyway?" "The spidersuit offered to clear my record after I did something nice for some lady, nothing special..." He narrowed his eyes, then tapped his foot, making small splashes on the wet ground. "I say you get back in there and get me some more intel, yes?" He held up the silver container and tapped it with the same hand that held it. "Don't let me down, yeah?" He turned and got into a black car parked around the corner, leaving Zane there in the pouring rain.
  15. The man allowed the large umbrella rod to rest on his shoulder. He wore a suit and tie, fashionably paired with a matching hat. "You mind telling me why you're here meeting with Bruce instead of meeting with me? You know I don't like to be kept waiting." The hair that fell underneath the edges of his hat was black and streaks of bleach-white age was noticeably uncovered. The 64 year old man did not care to bother with hair dyes to try and conceal the inevitable. He tilted his head and looked back toward Zane still waiting for a response. "Well?" "Something came up, and then I couldn't lose them..." Zane too glanced toward the mansion in the distance. "Look, I have what you asked for, alright?" He reached into his coat pocket and took out a slim silver box containing a flash drive. Upon seeing the shiny container, the man smiled. "Well I guess all is not a loss, then? If you didn't have this, well, you remember the terms."
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