[center][h2][color=00ff8b]Hermes[/color][/h2][/center]
Out of the calming nothingness came a world of sound, and a sharp sting. It wasn't a bleeding wound, but his power had still taken a toll on him. That wasn't as important as the sirens though, the piercing screech of which immediately elevated itself to the highest priority in Hermes's mind. Teleporting to a clear spot on the sidewalk, he got his communicator out of his pocket and activated it. [b]"There's an Endbringer, Decoy?"[/b] He asked, hand shaking. Coughing, he sat down, still uncostumed, and waited for his world to stop spinning-and ending.