Well, that was...certainly something new! At least as far as Jericho himself was concerned. Not every teen hero had cleared the time travel hurdle, after all.
His attention dropped to his "weapon" the speaker had referred to. He hadn't put the gloves on since he'd gotten them, honestly not sure what to make of it all. Sturdy, with an interesting material on the fingertips, but certainly not loaded for, say, a megaton punch or two.
As always, his weapon was the one that came to him naturally – his mutation. Of course, there was always training to be done physically, and if that's what needed to be done, then...
He swiveled his head left and right, searching the room. Where was his team? His roommates? Faces he knew?
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His attention dropped to his "weapon" the speaker had referred to. He hadn't put the gloves on since he'd gotten them, honestly not sure what to make of it all. Sturdy, with an interesting material on the fingertips, but certainly not loaded for, say, a megaton punch or two.
As always, his weapon was the one that came to him naturally – his mutation. Of course, there was always training to be done physically, and if that's what needed to be done, then...
He swiveled his head left and right, searching the room. Where was his team? His roommates? Faces he knew?