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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[color=7d16c7]Location:[/color] Cardiff Castle
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] Superspeed
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	Drowning was not the way Oli was going to go, he wouldn't allow it. There was a deep, primal fear to him, at the idea of dying this way, water being forced into his lungs, choking him and exhausting his body until he had to give up. There were few worse ways to die, in his eyes, and he wouldn't let it be how he came to pass. Centering himself, Oliver let his head be subsumed by the water, holding his breath, and concentrating. This wasn't real, and he wasn't going to let this genocidal monster convince him that it was. Kicking his feet upwards, his face broke the surface of the water, and as he opened his eyes, the world cracked, revealing Cardiff to him once more.

 	Seething with a kind of rage he wasn't used to, he charged Supergiant, brandishing the spear and thrusting it towards the villain.  Missing by a hair, he found himself side by side with her. Thinking quickly, he flipped the spear around, and thrust it backwards, sinking the tip into her gut, before ripping it back out, and speeding off. That would, hopefully, free Strange of her control, and give him the chance to turn the tide of this fight. "[color=7d16c7]Somebody get rid of her before she gets in one of our heads again.[/color]" He almost snarled. He wasn't used to this kind of adrenaline pumping through his body, and it showed. He was breathing heavy, and his eyes were filled with bloodlust. This woman scared him, and he wanted her to never have the chance to do that again.