The emerald archer casually walked down the quiet streets of Manhattan clothed in his iconic greed garbs, a verdant hood covering most of his facial features due to a shadow being cast making him look that little bit more sinister than intended for a hero, currently the sun had started to set making the entire area look as if it was being viewed through an orange filter, very surreal.
Comfortably slipping his gloved hands into his deep pockets the Paragon of Power strode through the most dangerous area of Manhattan. Not LOOKING for a fight. Well, he was. But he'd never admit it. Why else was he covertly carrying all of his tactical gear?
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