Where Lies Adventure!

PARAGON Part II             There were, at least, a dozen ways to handle the situation: super speed, super strength, sun vision, and so on.   Paragon stood on the rooftop in readiness.   His hands weren’t on his hips, his chest wasn’t sticking out.   He was hunching forward slightly, ready to make his move at a moment’s notice.             Other superheroes may have delighted in the challenge of a madman using one hand to hold a gun to a woman’s head while the second hand held a doomsday trigger to some unknown and immeasurable threat; a bomb maybe, or a toxic nerve gas.   The scenarios ran through Paragon’s head at lightning speed.             Other heroes may have been able to tune out the cries for help on the streets; from survivors pinned under debris and the rescue teams who couldn’t physically get around the wreckage to help.   Paragon couldn’t.   He heard every cry, every siren and every agitated chief demanding that his firemen/policemen/construction worker

PARAGON Part I        There were, at least, a dozen ways he could have handled his current situation.  Paragon took in his surroundings; the city streets were strewn about with rubble, a graveyard of concrete and burning debris.  The block was mostly deserted save for a few people hiding in what was left of the surrounding buildings.  There was only Paragon on the street, clad in his uniform of white and silver with his long and regal cape billowing in the breeze.  Only Paragon, and the robot standing before him; a fifty foot tall metal monstrosity with glowing green eyes that surged with the promise of death. Yet it was not the pulsing death rays that were the real danger.  Paragon focused his vision and looked beyond his immediate foe to the roof of a building a mile away, where a rail thin man with a worn and craggy face stood.  The man’s right arm was clenched like a vice around a woman, holding her to him while in his right hand he held what appeared to be a small silver