The Martian
Excerpts:
?Nobody fucking move!? Jack barked. He threw back his hood, pillars of light in the smoke washing over his facial features, giving his face a stony look. His argent eyes gleamed in the smokey haze, like lighthouses in the fog, and nearly ten feet tall. The cloak hung, tied at his chest, off behind him. Someone fired a shot from the left, he heard it; Not the gunfire but the fall of the hammer, first, and hurled a ki ball at its source, burning up the bullet and the master all in one swoop. He screamed in agony for just under two seconds, and perished. ?Test me mother fuckers!?
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The figure was creepy in the haze like fog, as if he were some vampire rose up from the dead. . . In an Isaac Asimov novel. He was all fucking blue, for Christ's sake. Max, Maxxie Andrew Williams, but Max to most, was not the average all brawn no brained type. This fucker meant business, and he just stopped a goddamn bullet; He had moved at faster than a blur; it had been instant, Max thought. ?He works up town.? There was another murmur, but no one tried to stop him this time. The Ader listened in.
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Yes, it's dark.
