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[b]The Flight to Peru. . . [/b]

[indent][indent][b]G[/b]od Fist, both cheerful and grateful for the hope that Ms. Lilith had given him. He wanted to approach her favor with both resolve and tact, though that last seemed a bit less doable than he believed.. 

Ara scowled suddenly once he realized where he’d be going. Peru was a relatively new place for him. He had never gone on “duty” there and only once when he was younger--before all of the mystic astral ancestor stuff. 

At first he felt almost inclined to ask her if he had any fan service. It was one of the first things he had learned to inquire once he had joined the Champions. That was until  the thought that it would take away from his herohood had entered his mind. No way would a Champion, especially God Fist, would need further instructions. Keeping up with the belief that he was infallible was one of the reasons he had such fanatic fans. Some saw him the true manifestation of his namesake. The literal hand of God given human form. 

He came back to the conversation with a resolute statement. “Peru, meteor, publicity…” He stared heartily at Hobs; she was suddenly a kinda salvation for the youth. “I may need a map there.”

The soda that had been untouched; no disrespect meant, it was only that his mind was now set, his determination steeled.  With a kind smile to Ms. Hobs and a steely nod toward Reynard, God Fist started towards the exit. He didn't need any more guidance so his exit was superiorly far quicker than his introduction.

Once beneath the vast sky, he jetted and left the sonic-boom in his wake. The wind was smooth against his enhanced physiology. He wondered, if only mildly, how long it would take? He still had precious little time before he’d need to refuel on Dark Matter.  [/indent][/indent]