Speeding through the air like an inter-dimensional missile, the Luthor Patriarch shattered the sound barrier, flying faster than the speed of light.
*WHOOSH!*
The humanoid figure spread his arms and came to a sudden halt, forcing the ground beneath him to cave in and the clouds to part away.
Having come to a sudden stop mid-air, the Patriarch wore a very deep frown on his handsome face.
His legs were out together, his chest was puffed out, his head was raised high, and his arms were spread out slightly, as if he was still trying to stabilize himself.
The edges of his black attire fluttered quietly due to the wind, casting a deeply prideful appearance.
The Luthor Patriarch brought up one hand and rubbed the area beneath his nose.
He brought the finger up to his eye level and saw something.
Blood.
His blood.
There was a shocking snapping sound as his nose bridge which had been broken straightened up and fixed itself.
The Luthor Patriarch hummed. He hardly bled.
Hardly.
