Walking down the street, black messenger bag at his side, white hoodie over some red t-shirt and jeans Arturo didn't look at all out of place. To the outside world, he was just some young guy, headphones in, phone out, eyes down. Even after the Green Effect, that didn't change. Sure the internet went down for a while, and the signal is shit sometimes but hey, if you're alive you don't really have a place to complain. Weaving between people in his peripherals, bobbing a bit to the<a class="externalLink" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0rmCFyB6pVw" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">pounding rhythm</a>in his ears, it was obvious he was a native to the city. He was an animal in its habitat,comfortable and almost predatory in his gait. Along with the beautiful sun in the sky, shining down just bright enough to create an annoying glare on his phone, Arturo was having a bit of a runny nose. Allergies. Whether it was dust, or smog, or rat shit in the air, Arturo wasn't quite sure. Hell, maybe the Green Effect enhanced his allergies too. Retrieving a wadded up napkin from his pocket he wiped his nose a bit before taking a deep breath and blowing. Some twat in a cheap suit shrunk away with a look of disgust while an unnatural breeze blew down at foot level before curving up with just the right amount of force to lift up some girl's itsy bitsy skirt. With a wipe and a smile, he got a nice peek at a lacy, teal number that was just the right amount of tight. With a gasp, she patted down her skirt and looked around before continuing her walk at a heightened pace. Grinning like a fool, he dropped his napkin somewhat close to a trash can, and kept on going with a renewed vigor. There was something about a nice ass that made him perk up. If you asked him, he'd say it was almost as good as a cup of coffee in the morning.<br/><br/>Then again, suddenly bracing yourself while being blown off your feet, your ears ringing, your phone flying god-knows-where and a storm of dust, concrete and dirt washing over you as you cough out a lung can do quite a bit more than a cup of joe. With his head ringing, the debris raining down on them like hail,  already people were beginning to scream their little heads off and scatter. Unfortunately the same could not be said for teal and lacy. Something stirred within him at that. Even though he didn't know her past those thighs, he felt angry, unbearably so. Disoriented he began to scream too, joining the chorus of pain and fear around him. He scrambled onto his hands and knees and crawled forward, urged onward by some purpose trying to find voice in the pit of his stomach. Screaming and gasping and coughing, he crawled forward and grapped the girl by the ankles and pulling her away from the house-sized figure rising up through the dust and fear. People scrambled and ran like rats, trampling each other and screaming, too busy to help those that could still make it with just a little bit of help. He was like that once but now he would never be.<br/><br/>Cradling the limp girl in his arms, he ran away.<br/><br/>Though she was banged up, he could feel the air moving in her lungs. Short movements but consistent enough to be more than him jerking her body around.  Running, without looking back he turned the corner into an alleyway and dropped her into a dumpster. It wasn't flashy, but it was sturdier than her exposed flesh. Sprinting back out into the open, the dust had already began to settle and he could see the two story robot overlooking the chaos it had caused before firing a concentrated beam the other way. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a clean<a class="externalLink" href="http://img1.etsystatic.com/018/0/5973238/il_340x270.499936067_tn9o.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">mask before pulling it over his head</a>and placing his hood over it. As the robot's beam cut a burning path of destruction through panicking people, the air suddenly stood stood. Standing defiantly against the stragglers making a break from the robot, all he got were fearful glances before they passed him by in a blur. The air began to move, not particularly noticeably considering the mayhem but definitely not naturally.  With his fists clenched, Arturo shook a little, anger and purpose boiled in his stomach with a healthy dose of fear mixed in. As the last person ran by, the robot began to turn, ready to incinerate all survivors in its path. As soon as Arturo could see its glowing head, he finally let go.<br/><br/>A powerful pulse of air emanated from him, shattering the windows of the storefronts to his sides and nudging the robot a bit. Immediately it turned to him and him alone. It was like some standoff at high noon. Shards of glass chimed against the ground as the dust danced in the air. Time stood still as the masked hero faced down the robot. When the robot fired, Arturo was already moving. A jet of air propelling him to the side before pushing him forward, toward the robot. The robot attempted to follow but the hero zipped between its legs, blasting out another pulse of air to attempt to throw the behemoth off-balance. Its weight proved to be its greatest asset though, with its right foot only shifting by the slightest amount. Obviously it would not be toppled so easily and as he tried to think of some other approach, Arturo weaved erratically along the ground by its feet, trying to buy himself some time to think.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>