hebdomadal
adjective
noun
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The explosion filled the air with sound, smoke, and flame. The dust caught on the breeze and slowly began to either settle or blow away. The people nearby scrambled to get away, running as fast as they could. Those further away from the blast had a much different reaction.
Many stopped to watch what they knew would happen. Others kept going about their day. The building which had been blown up showed sign of movement. A figure began to make itself known in the ever thinning smoke and dust.
The man there wore black body armor with blood red highlights. His face was obscured by a heavy helmet, and he was covered with pouches. Everyone nearby took in his visage, one which normally inspired fear.
“He’s late this week.”
“Is that new armor? I think that’s new armor. I liked his old set better.”
“Why’d he go after that bank? He already tried that one last week.”
The bomber either did not hear the varied comments of the public, or chose to ignore them. He had bags of money from the bank he had just robbed, and now it was time to make his getaway. His attempt at fleeing was interrupted by another man. This one wore a much more colorful outfit.
His muscular form was clad in a silver outfit with a stylized blue insignia depicting a starburst inside a circle. The most notable feature about his appearance though, was that he was flying. The onlookers took out their cameras, ready to film the battle. Not that any of them needed to. This one would probably go the same as last week’s. And the week before that. And, well, all the previous week’s battles.
As the hero gave his speech, a slight variant of the one he normally used, the onlookers talked.
“How do you think the escape will happen today?”
“I hear they aren’t really fighting and it’s all staged. That’s why it happens at the same time every week.”
“Ah man, my phone’s dying. Guess I’ll catch the fight later.”
The battle between hero and villain began. Both took to the skies, one under his own mysterious power, and the other with rockets built into his armor. They circled each other for a moment before they both charged. A mighty clash of energy and physical might rang out overhead. Shockwaves flew forth, knocking a few unlucky bystanders down, but none were harmed.
The villain pulled out new weapons from somewhere that nobody quite knew where, using them on the hero. The hero would avoid the attack and counter with a superhuman punch, which would be blocked by an energy shield. The exchange when back and forth in a dance that everyone watching knew well. After the first few minutes, only the most dedicated continued watching, and even few were still filming.
“Eh, I’ll catch it later. I’ve gotta get to work.”
“That’s it? Another gun? Boring.”
“Hey, how much longer do you think this’ll take? My arm’s getting tired.”
Suddenly, with a mighty hammer blow, the villain was sent crashing to the ground. His shield, weakened as it was, had been unable to stop the full force of the hero, and had shattered under the powerful attack. The villain shook his head and picked himself off the ground. The hero slowly descended, giving his usual ‘come quietly’ speech. That was how most of the people knew the fight was over.
The villain, unwilling to be captured, taunted the hero one last time. He slammed his hands together, and a massive burst of light and sound issued forth. The super charged flashbang stunned everyone present, including the hero, for a few seconds. And, when everyone had recovered, the villain was gone. The hero growled, and flew off, determined the catch his nemesis next time he showed. With the spectacle done, the bystanders went about their day as normal, knowing this would all happen again next week.
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If you're going to be a supervillain, try not to be predictable. That means don't attack on a regular schedule. It'll just lead to problems.
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