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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[hr][hr] New Asgard
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] Superspeed
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	As Oliver beggged Niah to remove the scum from the Earth, an automata levied a barrage of flame and death towards them. No sooner has the missles departed their container and made their way towards them, his speed kicked in, time almost slowing down for him. Within heartbeats, He and Niah were off, running away from their impending doom. His feet, however, failed him, and his love fell out of his arm, flying away from him. In that singula rmoment, nothing was more important than making sure she didn't hit the ground and come to worse harm. He needed her to be well, not for what she could do for him, but out of a fear for what he would be without her.

	Reaching into a speed he didn't know he had, he matched her speed and caught her, his feet dragging across the ground as he skittered to a stop, the missles missing the two of them. His heart was almost pounding out of his chest, and a visible, deranged distress pervaded everything about him. "[color=7d16c7]Are you okay? I never meant to let you fall away from me, I hope I caught you well enough, my dear Niah.[/color]" His voice was feverent, but still infected with a genuine care for her. He wanted, under no circumstances, for her to come to harm. Even like this, he loved her more than anything in the world.