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When a figure appeared behind Amber, gripping the girl's neck in a soft, deadly hold, casting a foreboding shadow over his dinner date with his girlfriend. Mark Grayson knew his life was about to take another dramatic turn left.
She wore white and grey body stocking like a garment, pelvic region covered by a simple loin cloth and wearing sturdy white boots. With a circular symbol with three vertical lines in the center of her chest, the uniform accentuating her tan skin along with a lean but curvy body. Her thighs alone, looking like they could snap a grown man in two. And they most likely have. Hair as black as raven feathers short and parted at the middle, side bangs going to the high point of her cheekbones. But it was the steely look she gave the hero known as Invincible that really unnerved him.
Her neptune blue eyes held a steadfast conviction and resolve for her Viltrumite Cultural and it's beliefs. He was the son, the offspring of the deflector, the traitor. Son of the enemy, so there for…he was the enemy.
She was Captain Anissa of The Elite Guard, one of the most finest and decorated soldiers of The Viltrumite Empire. Invincible was her assignment. His fate was hers and she will be his salvation or destruction.