Self-hurl upward and swiftly to pursue skyward prey! Earth breaks beneath heartily-hopping feet! The arched heavenly path comes with a thick trail of mist from such speed that only the great metal birds of the modern day or the natives of Krypton can do.

  The stinging winds do give a light ache, but it is embraced. The thrill of the hunt is on. The prey, a band of two who committed atrocities from a few days ago, dare give a merry chase. Once this hunter gets his hands on them, well... mercy of the divines, high and low, be upon them.

  Jolt back both clenched hands, facing away from the horizon he is heading. Blast a sonic boom as his velocity has just doubled! It would kill a mere man from this world or on any planet whose form is way beneath the limits of this amazing trait he is shameless to express. Oh, those pursued fellows better pick up the pace for he is a hungry comet on their tail.

  One of them twist their noggin to wrap their eyes around who they are fleeing from. The one who is looking back warns the other. Terror washes over them. This man is mad! Soon, both thrust their bodies forward to break the wall of sound themselves. Bark away, two sonic booms! The gap between them and the fellow behind becomes greater.

  The pursuer chuckles beneath the steel bucket around hiding his face. The response was amusing but anticipated. He swings his left arm up, soon having its open palm with curled fingers ahead of the rest of him. Bless the roaring winds with a brooding muttering not of this world, perhaps not of this material universe as well.

  Twelve seconds after the first savage squeak of his odd prattling, a swirling mass of pale red, black and clear glass then coils around him, from the tips of his bent fingers down to those toes in boots. A volcanic song accompanies the ethereal wrapping around this sky-sailing hunter. Aim the palm on the right-side prey marked by their own trail of mist behind their hasty self; perhaps, aim it ahead of them, really.
  “U l t i m a r a.”
  A half-dome light flashes from before the forward palm. The swirling mass of light and shadow around him blasts away into dissipation. The hunter violently recoils back into a reckless barrel roll! He briefly yells from the disorientation he gave himself! What follows is quite the spectacle, to consider the least.

  A bomb as bright as the sun above them all goes off before the fleeing pair. It follows a spreading mass of black, purple and green expanding as fast as a wingbeat of a hummingbird from a speck of dust to the size of a castle within a mere second! Matter is pulled into the obscured center with ungodly violence, drowning the affected space with radiation and a heat signature that may rival the core of the planet itself, gnawing away on any organic and inorganic material that the mess of colors touches. Those within a twenty-mile radius can hear the long tremor from the sky and, a bit further out, many can see the colorful chaos.

  While trying to regain his course, fighting against the raging sea of winds, the hunter is in awe and feeling foolish for overdoing the trick. Trick?! He just brought a mesmerizing catastrophe into the heavens of this poor lowly world! A cosmic power that they would fight over down on the ground to claim and wield for themselves. A genuine weapon of mass destruction. Doing his best to battle the cruel current of lofty gales, those concealed amber eyes are mindful of his flashy recklessness.

  While he is still willing to pursue the hunted, his concern for them is also being factored as well as what repercussions that celestial showmanship may cause on this planet. One word can be spilled out of a myriad, at least for now.
  “. . . .D a m n .”


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