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[center][b]Christopher Arthur III[/b][/center]
[center][b]Lost Haven, ME[/b][/center]
	[color=e38c2d]”Iron Knight, I’m not sure of the range of this, so try and get back as far as you can. Other than that, I need some cover to not get hit. Don’t have the fancy armor or superpowers to take a hit.”[/color]

	[color=c0c0c0]“Then I guess I’ll be back in a moment. Just don’t miss,”[/color] Chris said before jetting to the sky. He definitely did not want his armor to become a giant paperweight, especially one that would be exploding.

	When his armor’s propulsion jets would no longer place anyone in danger, Chris put the pedal to the metal, accelerating faster and faster. The advanced computer built into his armor had already estimated the blast radius of the archer’s EMP arrow, a little over the length of a regulation football field, and when it would impact the alien tank. His suit was ready to eject Chris if the arrow would hit while he was still in the affected zone. What is worse than a giant paperweight is a free falling one.

	Chris was just thankful this battle was not taking place on the doorsteps of the Sherman Center. Otherwise, not only would he have to pay for any damage the building sustained during the invasion, but he would also have to replace all the electronics throughout the Guardians’ headquarters. And much of the tech Chris had installed there is not the kind of thing you would find in the standard high-rise in Lost Haven.

	Once the ID cards belonging to the Guardians who had rallied just a couple hundred yards away dropped their connection to his network, Chris knew that EMP had gone off. And since he was still airborne, Chris knew he had been far enough not to be affected by the archer’s device. Therefore, he made a u-turn and darted back towards the battle.

	Chris landed just a few feet away from Icon, just where the fractured remains of the Arlaaekan tank scattered about the street. It was at this moment when Chris realized there was some strange dragon entity flying overhead. Considering the havoc the Arlaaekans were causing, the presence of the eldritch beast, and the surprise arrival of S.T.R.I.K.E., one could easily overlook another unusual sight. Plus, because of all the strange things he had seen, Chris was not even surprised by it.

	[color=c0c0c0]“So, what did I miss?”[/color] Chris asked his fellow Guardians as he landed. [color=c0c0c0]“I’ll have to get you all new communication cards because of that EMP once we've dealt with this crisis.”[/color]

	Then something massive entered the atmosphere and impacted the ground. Because the quake caused by its landing almost knocked Chris off of his feet, he knew that whatever the Arlaaekans had sent against them, it was even bigger and more dangerous than the tank they had just destroyed. What the cyan-skinned girl said merely confirmed Chris’ suspicions.

	[color=c0c0c0]“Terra Firma, stop playing with the eldritch horror. We have a job to do.”[/color]

	Chris then departed, flying towards the impact zone of whatever doomsday weapon the Arlaaekans had sent against them