Crimson Hawk

Crimson Hawk touched down on the rooftop, her golden hair catching the city’s neon glow as she scanned the streets below for signs of trouble. Another night, another mission, her crimson and white suit shimmered faintly with energy, as she exhaled a slow breath. The villain known as Voltstrike had been sighted nearby, a dangerous meta-human with a trail of blackouts and chaos in his wake. She thought she’d been careful, thought she had the element of surprise. But the silence of the night was deceiving, and in that split second of calm, she never sensed the predator closing in. A sudden surge of crackling energy burst through the air as strong hands seized her from behind. Pain lanced through her body like fire, her cry caught in her throat as electricity arced across her suit, shorting out her tech and locking her muscles in place. Her body spasmed, sparks scattering into the dark as Voltstrike’s mocking laughter echoed in her ear.