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"Reports are saying Hotguy's Battle with the notorious Goat, are now causing mass damage to the South side of Hermit Topia. Citizens are Urged to evacuate immediately. The fight originated near the middle of the shopping district and has slowly been moving towards the southern area of the city. Again citizens are urged to Evacuate and stay away from the fi-" He groans as he's thrown through the storefront window. The window harboring a collection of TVs reporting on the current fight. He shakily stands up and spits out the blood that had accumulated in his mouth.
Glass shards littered the floor and stick into his exposed skin. He wipes his mouth and grins. He climbs out of the store window. Heavy boots hit the concrete of the side walk. Eyes shielded behind tinted orange and blue shades.
The shades match the colors embedded into his spandex. It stretches over his chest, covering most his torso except for the slight peak of skin shown at his hips where the body suit pulls up. In the middle of his chest, his emblem sat. It was the symbol the city looked for whenever hope seemed out of reach. The short sleeves of his costume showed his arms. Littered with scars from various battles. On his hands were black archery gloves.
Crafted just for his hands, in hopes that no matter what shot he takes, his fingers will be protected from the impact and abrasion of the bowstring. In hopes the slide of the string will be smoother for the user. The gloves complimented the sleek black bow with orange and blue spread throughout.
His arrows sat in the quiver on his hip. Made to be quickly grabbed and notched. It's straps wrapped around a strong thigh. The straps blended in with the black pants that tucked into his boot. Orange and blue climbed up his legs, but seemed to wrap around his knees and thighs.
In the mist of the broken scenery stood the symbol of hope. With his bow loaded and aimed. He fired his shot. The arrow flew through the air and lodged its way into the complex Redstone machinery the Goat had running. As the arrow hit, the redstone sparked. An explosion erupted through the air. Sending the Goat tumbling back.
He watched as his creation was destroyed in front of him. Eyes filled of horror and anger as he turned to The hero. As he stood up he hissed. His insides full of gunpowder, waiting for the fuse to ignite. Knowing the fight was lost without his Redstone device, he turns around and screams into the air. Rage filling his being as he disappears in a familar cloud of purple particles.
Hotguy could only watch as he teleported away. Leaveing Hotguy in the destroyed area. He could hear the sirens approaching and heavy footsteps of emergency personnel. A frown takes its place on his face as he looks at what he helped cause.
He bends down and picks up a small pink rabbit lost amongst debris on the street. He brushes off the ash and soot on it. He feels his frown deepen as he looks at the small plushie. He looks around hoping to find a child who lost their stuffed animal.
All he can see is the destruction. He had a hand in this and he couldn't stop it. As he stands there in quiet despair, footsteps rush up behind him. Cameras flashing and the chattering of reporters. Questions are thrown at him in a frenzy of shouts and yells. He quickly puts on his best smile and tries to answer the flurry of questions.
"Hotguy! What device was The Goat using?" "How did you know how to disarm his device?" "Should the city be more worried about the increasing villain activity?" "HotGuy! Anyone caught your eye!?" "Hotguy, what do you think about the Mayor's plans to renovate the grove?"
Hotguy smiles the best and laughes at some of the outlandish questions. He leans into the nearest mic. "I'd love to stick around, but I have a city to protect. He gives a quick wink to the reporters before backing up slowly. He feels the tension in his knees as the get ready for what happens next. With one last grin, he jumps up onto the nearest roof. As he lands on it, he glances at the little rabbit and holds it close, before making his way back to HQ.
As he enters the doors, he's rushed by his team. The team checks him over for injuries and anything else they deem concerning. Minor cuts and scrapes are wiped down. He hisses at the cold sting. Bandages wrap up anything bigger than the small scratches. He knows it won't take long to heal up. If anything a couple of minutes and the skin will pull itself back together.
Once they decide he's alright, they send him off, To get changed and rest up for the next day. The flurry of attention dies down as quickly as it started. All he wants to do is fall into his bed and cuddle with Jellie. He loves his work, but he needs a break. He's so ready to collapse as he swings open his door and walks in.
Upon entry, he yelps and nearly falls on his ass. Sitting on his couch is Cub, his best friend and man in the chair. He catches his breath and reaches a hand up to take off his glasses as he speaks. "Cub, my goodness. You scared me half to death." He smiles at Cub.
"Hello, Hotguy." A gentle, familiar voice fills the room. A man dressed in pinks stands to face him with a smug smile. Pink and white wings spread out behind him. Making him look larger than he was. HotGuy's hand finds his weapon, ready to fight.
Cub stands with a smile as he adjusts his glasses. "Hotguy, meet your new Sidekick. Cuteguy."