In the mist of mission, lunging from roof top to roof top, not as gracefully as destructive leaving gaps of where his anger treads, Lunar looks upon a scum infested city from an unseeable hight.... a gift, always in hand during love and war, he stops to gaze at his loves sash wrapped tightly to his power fist. Loath is all he has for the city that hides her, he mutters in his rumbling low and deep voice "come back to me for i was born in love with thee so why should fate stand in between?" he soars off what he claims as balcony of the sky tower... the inhabitance of filth is in for a long night, they will never know what hit them...nore will they ever remember...