OVERLY AMAZING PIECE BY I can't thank this hero of an artist enough for his amazing work. Owl has never looked better.

Owl had his target now. That day just felt like it had dragged on for him. The morning started with him blackmailing a god. The evening was going to end in a fight with his boss. A woman he’s never beaten in an actual fight before. He thought, for a moment, that he shouldn’t turn it into a fight. That he should see if there are ways to assassinate Charlotte. Though, he then realized he wasn’t an assassin. Fighting was what he did best. Fighting was all he really knew how to do.

His ship couldn’t go fast enough. The treaty was being signed. Charlotte was going to sell out the organization and keep the truth hidden from everyone. Charlotte knew a war was coming. With forces beyond anything, anyone was prepared to deal with. Instead of preparing, she just blindly let everyone struggle on with their lives. No one was allowed to know about the incoming terror. Owl knew now. Seven flaming hoops later and he knew. Now the whole world needed to know.

The ship parked. How would he do it? How would he get everyone to know? He’d step off the ship. Beating Charlotte alone won’t get anything. Telling the press won’t earn him any credibility. He was just the first seat of a dying branch of a ‘reforming’ government. No. He needed the people to decide. He needed to find a way to make everything happen at once.

He’d let out a breath of red mist. His heartbeat just a bit faster. The usual guards in front of the president’s office were keeping the press at bay. So many faces, so many cameras flashing pictures of basically nothing. Someone hoping to get a pic of those giant doors swinging open and the Hunter's Organization is no more. Every shot was an action shot. Every other shot was worthless.

“Everyone!” Owl shouted at the top of his lungs. The room had gone silent. “Charlotte’s reign ends today!” Owl was rolling with an idea he had. He looked at the guards. “You need to let me in.”

“You can’t-”

“Charlotte intends to kill the president! Let me in!” Owl shakes his head. “None of you are a match for her. Let me-”
“Like you are?” One of them asks.

Owl would flex in front of the crowd. A show the guards wouldn’t care about but the press might be interested in. “I’m stronger now. Stronger than the two of you combined. Let me in there.” He’d stand up straight and get walking. The sea of press parted before him. “So if either of you want some of this then I’m fine with that. Otherwise there’s a woman in there who needs to be taught a lesson.”

One of the guards, the taller man with the exoskeleton, was hesitant. Though his boss, the shorter pufferfish to his side nodded to him. Owl knew that pufferfish. Owl could do this.

The doors open and Owl walks in. “Charlotte!” He’d say, flexing again for the cameras. Eyes were on him. EVERYONE’s eyes were on him. “You’re going down. Then you’re telling them everything.” With that call of intrigue. The press was on him. He had the go ahead.