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What You Touch You Don't Feel
 Concussive Weapon: superior (rank 2)
- Area Affect
- Super Area of Effect
- Multi-Attack
Sitting ten stories up on one of any number of glass-lined ledges in the city Calamity Moth watched the incomplete building across the street with mild curiosity. Deep in his skull a faint, knowing buzz kept him vigilant. A number of vehicles parked below him and a small group of people made their way into the construction site.
Fifteen minutes later the buzz changed pitch and volume, almost becoming musical as his teeth rattled under his mask, and dust billowed from the uncovered windows of the fourth floor. He could see the structure shudder and almost shift before the sound of the explosion hit him. The sudden sight of more dust rushing out from the floors below it amended his assessment from explosion to explosions.
Red Eyes of Danger
 Danger Sense: standard (rank 1)
The buzz honed itself, focusing him as the first tiny pieces of rubble rushed past and below him. Glass showered around him as scree rocketed past him from the opposite direction. He could feel a few new cuts opening up already but nothing he couldn't handle. That's what the bandages were for anyway.
There was no time to worry about himself, though, as much larger chunks of cement and rebar tumbled upwards from the ruination below.
Made for Misadventure
 Reaction Speed: standard (rank 1)
He stood, dusting off his suit and staring down at the scene below him. The glass still fell and the rubble still flew, the building was still falling and the citizens below were still screaming in shock, but none of that mattered. He needed to react. He needed to move.
Lives hung in the balance.
So as he bled and the world around him roiled in chaos. He moved.
Walkin' On Air
 Energy Wave Surfing: standard (rank 1)
He stepped off the ledge he had been sitting on, directly onto a slab of cement that was moments from impacting with the building that ledge occupied. As he moved things were clearer, more obvious by the second. His next move was a plummeting leap to another significant chunk of detritus below on a slow arc into the sky. The wings on his costume fluttering behind him.
Every step was like this. Sometimes even stepping off of the turbulent air itself, all in the name of moving towards the epicenter of the disaster. Thus he moved, into Danger.
Tragedy!
 Force of Will: standard (rank 1)
"... struck today as the new European Embassy being constructed downtown began to collapse during an inspection by investors. Only Jackson Paige, one of the visiting ambassadors, is listed as a casualty however thanks to the local hero Calamity Moth." His TV blared, they always did give the disasters to the loudest young ladies.
His helmet sat on the coffee table, propped up next to the case full of nonconsecutive bills he was currently resting his sore feet on. Fresh bandages wrapped around his body where the littlest fingers of destruction had brushed him. He sipped on a steaming cup of tea as he watched in pride as the woman continued.
"We were able to speak with the Danger Co. representative before he had to run off, probably to save the day somewhere else: 'Oh, it was nothing. Really. I mean, it's what I live for. Being here is what I do, getting in there and getting out those I can. You can't get everybody, of course and I suppose that's some sort of shame. I do what I can though.' We thank Calamity Moth for his valiant efforts. Senator Dolorosa will be addressing-"
He turned the TV off and glanced at the briefcase, a smile playing on his lips. No, he couldn't save everybody. That was the point.
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