The weakened Paragon cozily rested his shivering palms within his green bespoken jacket having been tailored perfectly for to his frame, Paragons were paid fairly well after all. The jacket having been designed with an interwoven Kevlar lining able to withstand simple knife slashes, yet anything more would easily go through it also being slightly fire retardant. He could have easily bought a sizable jacket with the same characteristics yet his naive ego had gotten the better of him, wanting it to be a "perfect" fit and look flawless, the green mysterious hood covering just enough of his face to look absolutely awesome. In his opinion anyways.
His body was tight and rigid as he made his way through the empty streets of New York contemplating whether to buy chips or pizza tonight, usually he would have taken to heroic duties wanting to claim the streets back of all the crime, but his training was not complete (or rather had only just begun) into the arts of combat and how to use a bow, so instead he would find his car, go home and rest.
Coming to a standstill next to his car the rain beat down upon his head sending shiver after shiver down his spine, fumbling around trying to unlock the door his hands shook with a wild shake causing him to accidentally drop the keys down a drainpipe "Sh!t" grunting angrily the Paragon rested upon the cold metallic frame of the car his hands holding his head, wanting to cry but revoking the tears not wanting to be seen. Unknown to him the rain would have masked this sorrow, and even more unknown to the hero his fate would be tested tonight by a most infamous attacker.