<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/TxRLbsD.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Lor Zod<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>Kryptonian Battle Armor (House of Zod)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, August 21st 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>12:20 PM EST<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>The Secret Sanctuary, Rhode Island<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Lor arrives at the Secret Sanctuary<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Any who wish to bear witness to the glory of Zod<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The flight from Blüdhaven to the Secret Sanctuary took a trivial amount of time. Lor Zod was not concerned about being tracked by any Earthly monitoring systems - although his armor was not equipped with baffling systems intended to counteract any monitoring systems in place. It was almost an absolute certainty that there were systems in place designed to monitor small, fast-moving targets just like him. But it did not worry Lor because, at his core, he trusted in his abilities, in the power of his birthright. If the best and brightest of this world could not decisively defeat a member of the House of El, then they had no hope at all if they made the error of opposing a scion of the House of Zod.<br/><br/>Lor was not the first of the younger metahumans to arrive. As soon as he entered the Sanctuary, emerging into the emptied Trophy Room, he detected more presences than the active roster of the Justice League. The big male walked at an even, measured pace, and his dark gray cape fluttered behind him with a modicum of opera. When he entered the meeting room his expression was bland and neutral.<br/><br/>He took in the League. His attention was immediately drawn to Supergirl, because she boasted the crest of the House of El - flaunted it, even. Lor felt an instinctive urge to attack the young Kryptonian female, to take her measure and measure himself against her. The part of him that was bred to fight - bred to<em>win</em>- wanted to see her broken, humbled, and kneeling down before him. It wanted the same for Kal El. Lor's blue eyes slowly tracked over to the Man of Steel. There was a slight twitch in Lor's upper lip that lasted for such a brief span of time it may as well as not have happened.<br/><br/>But Lor did not act on these impulses. He was not a slave to such biological imperatives. His blue eyes went to the human male in Supergirl's proximity, and it was obvious immediately that he was one of the humans' premiere fighting elite. It was a shame that humans were so . . . limited . . . biologically. But that was not grounds to underestimate the youth. The Batman was proof that despite the biological shortcomings of<em>homo sapiens sapiens</em>, human will, human tenacity, and human pettiness were not to be underestimated. It was such qualities that made the humans in the room the most dangerous ones present.<br/><br/>Two other females were present. Judging from their ages they were to be part of this endeavor as well. One of them - clad in purple - had the aura of magic about her, but he could discern little from a cursory examination of the other clad in form-fitting sable and aurum.<br/><br/><strong>"Lor Zod has arrived."</strong>The tall Kryptonian declared. Not with any particular volume, or pomp, or flourish.