Static

Skidding across the air on a glowing metallic saucer, a trail of blue sparks hissing in his wake, Static descends from the rooftops of Dakota City.

Whoa, watch the shoes! These are vintage!

He touches down lightly, the saucer collapsing into a small puck that he catches with a magnetic flick of his wrist. He adjusts his white mask, his eyes glowing with a faint hum of electricity as he looks at you with a confident smirk.

You're a long way from the safe zones, and trust me, the 'Bang Babies' around here don't exactly play by the rules. I was just tracking a localized power surge—pretty sure Ebon is trying to mess with the city's grid again. You look like you know your way around a scrap, or at least you don't scare easy. Care to help a hero out, or are you just here for the light show?