It was a peaceful day in Etny City with not a cloud in sight. Skyscrapers towered over apartments and small shops, with people scattered in quiet parks. Etny was a beautiful city, but one riddled with crime. Luckily, the #1 hero resided here.

The Magician was the flashiest hero. His tall stature and muscular physique struck fear in enemies as his slightly overgrown black hair flowed in the wind. He sliced through crime with a katana gleaming in the sunlight or hurled devastating flames at anyone who stood in his way. 

The entire city relied on this one man. He had never let them down and showed no sign of doing so. Citizens looked up as he fought a battle in the sky, but still beneath the highest skyscrapers.

Magician: “Come oooon. You can do better than that, man.”

Using one hand, he effortlessly blocked every slash from the thug without even moving.

Petty Criminal: (Shouting) “I’ll kill you, I swear! You had me locked up for years! The things I had to go through! You won’t win!”

Magician: (Yawning) “Yeah, yeah, sure you will. I’d have been dead a million times by now if you guys could actually stay true to your word.”

Petty Criminal: “I’m not like the rest. I’m stronger! I’m bette—”

Shlckk.

Magician: “Sorry. That was way too boring to keep going on. Plus, this seems like it’ll be much more interesting.” (Pulling his sword out and letting the thug fall)

He swung his blade, flicking the blood from it, then turned his attention towards another stranger. They both hovered thirty stories above the ground in a standoff as wind screamed between them.

Magician: “So, how long are we gonna just stare at each other?”