“My name is Paragon.” The god-man, in his silver suit with blue cape dancing in the desert breeze, spun out of the way of the giant pterodactyl’s lunge. He barely escaped the beast’s closing jaws as he shot up higher into the sky, flying straight up for just a moment before arcing downward. He hurtled down, slamming into the giant, prehistoric creature. Grabbing it by the wings, he used his strength and momentum to rocket the pair of them to the ground, dinosaur-first. “On Earth, they gave me that name because they see me as a hero. Stalwart. Noble. Always knowing the right thing to do…and doing it without hesitation.” ...
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