(POV)The Attack on Lexallence: Animus

Recently we've received several short fan-fiction pieces about some of your experiences in-game. We've decided to add a new genre to what we do. Point-Of-View "shorts" is what we'll call them from here on out. Ready for the first one? Read below for the full story (thanks Animus!)

 Standing without a sound, his eyes closed but his mind open, Animus listened to the uproar. Beside him stood Flame Man, and he watched him intently before he spoke.

“This world as we know it, has changed. We, the chosen few have been given clout to defend it, and yet we do nothing.” His voiced echoed with irritation. “ I have traveled this new world alone and I have seen so many wonders, and in turn, adversity. But nothing like this. We have a plague that is sweeping our street, poisoning our cities and we do nothing.  We are so committed to act alone. We fight alone, we stand alone. What makes them better than us? Nothing, yet they are united… This is call to arms for any who are willing to listen. And as we stand her now, I hear words filled with murderous intent. It is a dark silhouette looming over this grand city of Metropolis. The city now over run with the growing scourge of Braniac drones hell bent on taking back our powers, we, the new advent of hero. We all knew the score, and we all know what is to come in the near future.”

Animus opened his eyes, the glint of blue energy radiated from them as he stood near the nightclub safehouse. Beside him he watched as he and his comrade were being assaulted by a horde of unified rogues, and he was powerless to stop it. His hand clinched tightly as his frustrations mounted. Was he to lay low like a coward? no, this was not his way.

“Can you not hear it? Whispers that turn to murmurs that evolve into moans… They are screaming for us! I refuse to stand here and do nothing. Follow me if your are no coward!” He leaped forwards and fell forward feeling gravity’s pull as he streaked closer to the ground below. A flux of unseen energy burst around him, propelling him up into the air. He took flight and soared into harms way. He could see one of the villains about to attack. He held out his hand and allowed a bold of ice to push out from his palm knocking the scoundrel back. He landed on the ground and ran towards the horde, and from behind his back he freed his blades…he was ready to fight.