The emerald archer had recently come to the saddening conclusion during the Trail of Tears Event revolving around losing his energy stabilization ring. Through sheer tenacity and determination the Paragon averted any major destruction which usually was inevitable after losing such a necessity to utilize and control his powers. Inherently unable to control his energetic powers without resulting in catastrophic explosions his ring was paramount to overcoming such dangers. Luckily learning to control his abilities the young archer was taken under the apprenticeship of Assault in a New York sewer system, surmounting his obstacles the Paragon once again donned his heroic duties learning powers were only one of the means to success. Sheer mental willpower and learning to control his inner abilities would go beyond his initial ringed strength, Pyro had entered a new phase of his life, a pivotal moment for a prestigious yet new hero.
Undergoing a frantically paced week of maddening effect after hearing about a retired hero archer who was fabled as the king of the bow, using the The Paragon Team Supercomputer Pyro had successfully located and pin-pointed an Asian mountain range as the possible location for such a man, if he existed.Having recently been given a glove from Animus which allowed the emerald knight to manifest energy arrows upon his bow compensating for the unfortunate loss of his ring. He still could not "create" major constructs without backfiring though, only able through the gloves help to utilize minor manifestations of his uncanny ability.
Somewhere in Asia
Freely jumping through the Asian forest his characteristically green attire blended in perfectly to the serene emerald and verdant background of shrubbery and luminous plants, the tranquility opposing the compressed concrete city life he so easily accepted as reality seemed rather enclosed and tragic when compared to such marvelous wonders of the natural world, the smells and natural decorative of the forest floor almost regimenting itself yet in an unorganized fashion with random roots sprawling out in nonsensical directions, but if one looked close enough these roots could be tracked back the mother trees. A complexly disorganized system of evolutionary perfection.
Throwing off his jacket due to the harsh temperatures his glowing eyes surveyed the area as he stopped coming to a crouched position upon of a tree branch the Paragon wearily gazed forwards. Searching for nearly two days for this hero had tired Pyro out, skipping the stealthy approach he performed what his mentor had once done to him, plucking up an arrow from his quiver attaching a red flare to the end, his eyes trained upon the sky his arms pulling back upon the bow. Simply firing a red flare into the sky it was eclipsed with a crimson glow hopefully altering anybody to his current location. He stayed atop of the tree branch awaiting whatever happened next, sweat idly dripping from his forehead.
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