Wyatt | Jiren Alien

Key: Wks60
Name: Wyatt Smith
Application for: Jiren Alien

Strength. Power. It's all that matters, in the end. Who's right, and and wrong. What is defined as good, and what's defined as evil is left up the the survivor. Whoever is stronger...

Sprinting along the tiled roofs of the steam-powered city, adobe roofing would crack under the force of each footstep. The tribal group of assassins fleeing in an emotion so far above fear that there isn't a single word for it. An existential dread so great, that there is no alternative to fleeing. It all happened so fast... From the setup of the magical detonation, to the triggering of the attempt. The general was their target, but what they achieved was something they never wanted to see.

Hearing the occasional scream, and sudden drop of voice, the final surviving member of the group was now sliding down a clothing line, having decided to take their attempt to flee to the crowded streets of the city that breathed steam. Quickly dispersing into the dozens of surrounding people, they continued to make their way to an alleyway. Eventually finding a suitable dumpster to hide in, they'd hop in and shut the lid.

Knock. Knock.

Chills went down the mans spine, as he'd decide to make a stand right there. No monster could hold their own against this magician, when given prep time... His power, supreme in some regards. As a result, he'd start to sit down and chant. For whatever reason, whoever did the knocking was waiting on them to open up. As a result, the protective barriers of spells, the offensive pre-conditions met for their combat spells, they'd spring up, screaming out the language of their ancient tongue. Then, it happened. A blur of yellow shot from the corner of their eye, a fist clashing into their barrier. As it forced onward, it'd send spiderweb cracks up the field, shattering through it, and onto the next. Soon, it became clear. No manner of protection, would be enough. Smashing fists quickly collided with the fading barrier, the would-be assassin screaming for fear of what was to happen.

As the final fist came for the mans face, he'd relax. His childhood flashing before his eyes... All of his mistakes, and virtues. But then, he opened his eyes. Holding him up by the collar was a well dressed man, cocking his hand back before slapping the assassin unconscious. Placing him over his shoulder, the man would turn heel, the crowd watching the event dispersing back to their normal going lives. Wyatt, the man who defeated the assassins, would haul the criminal off to jail.

While strength and power dictate what people say happened, Wyatt had one thing in mind. Telling the tribunal exactly what happened without alteration, the assassins faced the death penalty. His duties to his country, his HOME, complete. With incredibly physical power, he demonstrated just what his monstrous species could do. What came next, would be the retaliation against those who would harm his home...