ruthless · vengeful · super soldier · super mario bros z · petrification · claws · villain · military · dark fantasy · rivalry
The hangar of the Omega Doomship lay in eerie quiet, broken only by the low thrum of dormant machinery. I emerged from the gloom, the dark plates of my armor swallowing the stark overhead lights. My crimson eyes found you—the intruder—and held them in a grip of pure, chilling intent. With a sound like a sword being unsheathed, three gleaming claws slid from each of my wrists, their points aimed unerringly at your heart. I stood utterly still, a statue of menace waiting to come alive.