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The metal rooftop of Warehouse 34 radiated the soft heat of the day’s rays like a distant memory, lupine gargoyle of steel and sinew perched atop in shadow as it could be seen on most nights. Nat’s runs had began on the pavement below several months ago; a lone teen jogging through the pathways...

The steel grin Nat had spread across his mask might have grown a little wider with the satisfaction of seeing the steel man slide across the concrete away from him. Nat caught his footing and straightened slightly, keeping level with his opponent as Hematite recovered and that gratifying feeling...

Sam closed the distance, another feint loaded into her right fist. Nat was becoming more adjusted to her style of fighting, the shifts in her weight before an attack she expected to land and those she only wanted him to react to. He hadn’t always taken his training with his grandfather...

The man was strong, burly enough to pull Nat from his feet along with a chunk of the foundation he had secured himself to and slam him to the concrete with added force. It was a near instant response that would have taken most people off guard. Experienced fighters dealt with counters, and...

Nat’s wolfish grin spoke volumes once the lady mentioned the bag, and he leaned onto one elbow on top of it protectively with his reply. ”So that means you make the weapons, then?” Stepping around the question he gestured with his free arm toward the weapons he had passed on his way to the...

It took a deep breath of self control to keep an eyebrow from raising immediately at the performance. Nat slid his hands into his pockets, glancing down at the bruised man with a contemplative expression. It would have been a hard story to buy even had he not observed part of the altercation...

Rooftops were great, and not just because they provided the perfect setting for a teenage vigilante to feel like he was torn directly from the pages of a comic book. From so high up it was as though every secret Pittsburgh tried to hide was laid bare to Nat. He could see what people did not...

As a vigilante Nat had figured one thing out to be an immaculate truth: Nothing ever quite worked out as well as you hoped. He had knocked plenty of people out with his steel reinforced punch, had shattered more than a few jaws and even learned to hold something back to prevent such total...

Absorbed as he might have seemed while choosing between two products of arguably little distinction Nat had developed a habit of keeping his attention trained for the unordinary. Though that was most often used for dangerous criminals and situations it also applied to curious bundles of winter...

Nat wasn’t sure which was worse: A sniper intent solely upon killing him or one who focused on their own whims. He had considered that the mysterious gunman would serve as practice for Ace, but it was quickly becoming apparent that the assassin would prove far more than mere training. He had...

The interior of the shop was almost exactly as Nat had expected, which was to say that it defied modern expectations for the most part. Medieval weaponry to one side, and handmade clothing on the other while between a conjunction of the two gave a sense of timelessness to the place; as though he...

The shopping district was busy, as it usually was in the early evening. While some shoppers walked leisurely along the streets and ogled through panes of glass at the glittering temptations others hurried toward their destinations with the self importance afforded those with missions to achieve...

”I know that!” Sig responded to Dr. Redd indignantly, the bulk of what he wanted to say condensed into three words. Of course he would have to change in front of people, and of course some of them would probably be women. Though there was an integral sense of embarrassment to such a thing…...

”Hey, wake up!” Kaji groaned in protestation to the demanding voice, a groggy swipe from his hand as though attempting to bat away a fly accentuating his displeasure. It had been a hard road to the Academy; a great number of steps with a small number of sales leading the boy to an exhaustion...

Nat had learned body language younger than most. He attributed the skill to his bullies, a subtle way to turn the unpleasant experiences they offered him into something useful to grow upon. The dreadlocked man looked around himself and Nat knew he had stumbled onto a villain, the air turning...