The Protectorate was present, and it wasn’t just the locals, but the big guns. Armsmaster, standing a little taller and looking more confident than I’d seen before, with not one but two Halberds connected to his back, was having a quiet conversation with Miss Militia and Legend.
Oh hey, that’s two out of three!
And Armsy is looking ready.
It took me a second to absorb that picture. That was the head of the Protectorate, the leader of the largest team of capes in the world. What’s more, he was right in front of me, having a conversation with someone I’d talked to. Ridiculous as that sounded, it affected me.
Taylor may not be the type to get overly giddy about specific people (anymore), but she’s absolutely a fan of some of them.
Legend sported a skintight blue costume with a design in white that fell somewhere between flame and electricity in style.
Hm, interesting. Sounds… energetic.
He had a perfect physique – one I didn’t mind giving a second glance-over –
hehe
a strong jaw and wavy brown hair. If Alexandria was the flying bruiser that just about every other flying bruiser strove to match up to, then Legend was at the head of the pack when it came to being flying artillery. His firepower was on par with Purity’s, if not outright surpassing her, and he was far, far more versatile.
Sounds awesome. I’m guessing part of his repertoir is shooting fire and lightning, but there’s probably more if he’s that much more versatile.
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