<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT8khRZE9xgXrWRM7bTx_UVXTalHQoQBTgApiLry6jSt31M9FB1)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Soloman Grundy<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Worst Nightmare...<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>0408 March 23, 2016<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside of Arkham Asylum<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Raven<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><strong>Open:</strong>Raven<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>Soloman Grundy was not alive, not in the conventional sense of the word or definition.  Necromancy as dark and evil as anything ever encountered in this earthly plan had its hooks into the shell that was Grundy.  As such, his (as much one could call a construct such it was a "he" or "him") personality shifted and changed depending upon the environment that he was in.  The quick thinking of Raven, removing Grundy from a location such as Arkham, likely had not only saved the hostages' lives, but that of her team as well for she was right in her personal assessment of the construct.  If it had remained inside the wall of Arkham, the source of such concentrated evil and profane ritual long before even Gotham was more than a gathering of smugglers and trappers, it would had take someone with the raw power of Kara Zor-El, or even more, to handle the creature.<br/><br/>Now, it was outside of Arkham, not any great distance if one were looking overhead on a map, but in both the spiritual and mystical sense, it was significant.  The dark ley-line that ran right underneath the asylum was not present in the fetid wetlands that Raven had deposited.  There was some bleed out for that much dark energy fueling such a fundamental point of mystical power, turning and corrupting it into what it was still had some impact upon the environment about it.  It was why the area surrounding Arkham was always in a state of decay in some sense, be it physical, moral, or spiritual, but far enough that the pure force of primal evil rage that the team had first encountered was not there anymore.<br/><br/>That did not mean that Raven had any less of a fight on her hand.  It mean that instead of the possibility of being killed in second it now possibly stretched out into minutes, but there was still a chance here, a chance that the hero might prevail after all, if she was crafty and intelligent that is.   Grundy shook his head as if clearing it before he looked up with now pale, near lifeless eyes as he stared hard at the royal purple clad hero.<strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Witch.  You do not want to mess with Grundy.  Grundy is free.  Grundy no go back to that place.  You try to stop Grundy.  You die, and I eat your bones.</span></em></strong>With that, Grundy started to advance towards Raven, the sound of miniature thunder as his hands closed with such a force that whatever passed for bones, joints, ligaments in the constructs "cracked" like the popping of knuckles, but on a magnified scale.<br/><br/>Or a foreshadowing of Raven's bones if his hands ever touch her person.  One or the other.