NOW.

The dark-armored giant of a man known only as Blackstone dove in a somersault. Despite his mass and size, the warrior was superhumanly agile and narrowly escaped a striking blow. The attack shattered a nearby ancient stone pillar. As the supporting structure erupted in the attack, a sign soared by that said "Times Square 42nd Street Station."

Blackstone spun back onto his feet and stood in a battle stance. His ax "Vengeance" and sword "Retribution" ready in his large, gloved hands.

In the distance, the elvish princess he was sent to rescue. Clad in a sequin top and skirt, she was chained to the ceiling, a sacrifice for the demon-creature that had intent to feast on her and to crush Blackstone as well.

As the armored man's eyes glowed in the shadowy underground lair, there was the loud sound of something slithering and hungry hissing in the dark.