—Formidable.
That was the only word that came to mind when he saw him.
He was a tall and muscular man with spiky silver hair and clear blue eyes. He wore a black baggy jacket that fell loosely around his body. His sleeves were rolled up and his hands were covered in bandages.
In one hand, he cradled the body of Hermia closely to his chest. At the same time, on the other, he held a short staff-like weapon covered in white wrappings, which had become loosened at the strike of Magenta's fist.
That same fist that looked like it could shatter a whole building in a single blow was thwarted by a single short rod held in one hand.
Connie's eyes widened at the sight, not only by the appearance of this sudden figure but by the fact he recognized him.
'Stark?!'
As he held Hermia in one of his arms like her savior, he also blocked Magenta's blow with that same grin he saw in the comic bookstore.
'So, he really is an assassin. Also, what the hell is he doing here?'
