The party leapt from their chairs, the advisor and trade miniter’s son taking up posts in front their prince.
A woosh of wind billowed through the entryway. The stench of smoke followed. Hailey screamed as a masked juggernaut in metal armor barged into the dining room hauling a flame thrower. She quickly dunked under the mesa, tabela for cover as flames were dowsed over the walls and floor, making the men jump back. Hailey suddenly heard a scream from the trade minister's son that made her stomach twist. The stench of burning flesh burned her eyes. Her fear pushed her to jump up and make a run to the kitchen. The closest door was into the wine cellar, where she ran into and yanked the door shut. She panted and coughed, smoke beginning to crawl into her lungs.
The young woman tried to listen for the stomps of the fogo wielding giant, but the roar of flames was building. The handle of the door grew warm. Hailey quickly yanked her hand away, stummbling back, down the stairs. She whirled around for a place to escape, but the wine cellar proved windowless.
With a panicked effort, Hailey quickly decided between slowly suffocating from smoke or sneaking past the flamethrower. She tried the door, found it stuck, then threw herself against it. The wood splintered unde her inhuman strength, but the door wouldn’t budge.
Her panick climbing, Hailey tried again to force it open. The effort proved futile. She coughed on the smoke seeping in through the door and ceiling. Hailey pounded on the door until the heat pushed her to her knees. Her dress clung to her, heavy with sweat, suffocating her further. She tore off the garment, the steam rising off her clothes burning her skin. Thoughts of the smoke and heat threatening the fragile beginnings of the child inside her redoubled her fear for her life.
The young woman slid slowly down the stairs to get away from the heat coming through the door, and had just made it to the bottom step, when the door was ripped off its hinges. A burst of flame wooshed into the room of fresh oxygen to feed its fury, and like a demon, a large form darkened por soot emerged from the flames.
Hailey felt a sob catch in her throat as the man ran down the stairs and scooped her up into his arms. The smoke blurred her vision and made her head heavy, but she was conscious enough to cling to her savior. He gently guided her face into the crook of his neck to shield her as much as he could from the flames while he barreled his way through the flaming cabin. Beneath the reek of smoke, Hailey faintly detected comforting remnants of his cologne.
A woosh of wind billowed through the entryway. The stench of smoke followed. Hailey screamed as a masked juggernaut in metal armor barged into the dining room hauling a flame thrower. She quickly dunked under the mesa, tabela for cover as flames were dowsed over the walls and floor, making the men jump back. Hailey suddenly heard a scream from the trade minister's son that made her stomach twist. The stench of burning flesh burned her eyes. Her fear pushed her to jump up and make a run to the kitchen. The closest door was into the wine cellar, where she ran into and yanked the door shut. She panted and coughed, smoke beginning to crawl into her lungs.
The young woman tried to listen for the stomps of the fogo wielding giant, but the roar of flames was building. The handle of the door grew warm. Hailey quickly yanked her hand away, stummbling back, down the stairs. She whirled around for a place to escape, but the wine cellar proved windowless.
With a panicked effort, Hailey quickly decided between slowly suffocating from smoke or sneaking past the flamethrower. She tried the door, found it stuck, then threw herself against it. The wood splintered unde her inhuman strength, but the door wouldn’t budge.
Her panick climbing, Hailey tried again to force it open. The effort proved futile. She coughed on the smoke seeping in through the door and ceiling. Hailey pounded on the door until the heat pushed her to her knees. Her dress clung to her, heavy with sweat, suffocating her further. She tore off the garment, the steam rising off her clothes burning her skin. Thoughts of the smoke and heat threatening the fragile beginnings of the child inside her redoubled her fear for her life.
The young woman slid slowly down the stairs to get away from the heat coming through the door, and had just made it to the bottom step, when the door was ripped off its hinges. A burst of flame wooshed into the room of fresh oxygen to feed its fury, and like a demon, a large form darkened por soot emerged from the flames.
Hailey felt a sob catch in her throat as the man ran down the stairs and scooped her up into his arms. The smoke blurred her vision and made her head heavy, but she was conscious enough to cling to her savior. He gently guided her face into the crook of his neck to shield her as much as he could from the flames while he barreled his way through the flaming cabin. Beneath the reek of smoke, Hailey faintly detected comforting remnants of his cologne.
Alias: Phase
Age: 17
Appearance: short pixie cut black hair, deep brown eyes.
Personality: She will laugh at almost anything, she can't help it how much she laughs at the smallest things. she a Tomboy.
Abilities/Powers: she has the ability to stop time for a moment in time, whether it be dodging an attack or just to confuse her opponent. To others it may seem like she has super speed but she can mover at the speed of light when freezing the time.
Relationship: Single
Civvies: black tights, with toms, crewnecks, long sleeves, sweaters.
Past :Unknown
Others: sometimes her powers back fogo on here and she stuns herself and gets short term memory loss.
This charrie goes por the name Jenson King. Overly-gelled black hair to match his green eyes, this kid could be a Greaser, I swear. When he gets angry, or his body is put under a large amount of stress, he has the ability to retreat into the form of a black leopard. Even when in human form, his cat-like eyes and fangs give him night-vision, and an unusual taste for catnip. Jenson's past remains a secret, even to him. His earliest memory is waking up in the middle of the jungle at age twelve, only to be taken to civilization por tourists. He enjoyed old, classic streetfighting games, hence his Greaser appearance. At age sixteen, he traveled to America, and joined the team. Knowing mais Hindi than English, he often just sits in the rafters and watches everyone.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to composição literária them, so, patience.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to composição literária them, so, patience.
And now it's time for the party to start! Later this week, 66DragonAnimations will be uploading a video celebrating the one ano anniversary of this vigilante! The link to the link is below. They've even re-designed it for the special anniversary!!!
And what will the link account be doing you ask? Why, we're re-publishing every single Red Revenge story ever! Go check it out, fã us, and enjoy this mês of the Black Hero.
Celebrations start December 1st and continue until the World Premiere of What Matters? on January 5th!
So please, enjoy this mês of festivities and DON'T LEAVE!!!! WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK!!!