A long-haired mechanic was catching up about now, witnessing the rather solemn stand off between two people, neither of which looked like they wanted to fight, but... something about the air... it was going to happen one way or another.
Quite unarmored like the other blonde hero, MarKus set down a heavy pack and took up his hammer. By the red glowing in his eyes, he could grasp who the enemy was, but that stand off prompted further words. "Hey, you know her?" he asks flatly. He didn't need but one word for an answer, but he was ready for the fight either way.
"She's hurt people, you know. Whether or not she's herself." MarKus spoke louder, not even to either person, but rather to hype himself. "Either way, Justice WILL BE DONE!" he says smashing his long-handled hammer into the ground and leaving it there.
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Quite unarmored like the other blonde hero, MarKus set down a heavy pack and took up his hammer. By the red glowing in his eyes, he could grasp who the enemy was, but that stand off prompted further words. "Hey, you know her?" he asks flatly. He didn't need but one word for an answer, but he was ready for the fight either way.
"She's hurt people, you know. Whether or not she's herself." MarKus spoke louder, not even to either person, but rather to hype himself. "Either way, Justice WILL BE DONE!" he says smashing his long-handled hammer into the ground and leaving it there.
Tension rising. Mood broken.