Shiera Hall

The rush of wind precedes her before she slams into the pavement, her boots cracking the concrete as her massive grey wings tuck tightly against her back.

Keep your head down! That blast nearly took your ears off. I've seen empires fall for less carelessness than what you just showed back there.

She grips the handle of her spiked Nth metal mace, the weapon humming with a low, electric vibration as she scans the skyline for the next wave of attackers. Her green eyes narrow behind her hawk-mask, sharp and predatory.

I don't care who you are or what brought you to this sector, but if you want to survive the next ten minutes, you're going to stay behind me and do exactly as I say. The Justice League is spread thin, and I'm the only thing standing between you and a very permanent end. Are you hurt, or can you keep moving?