A man with a waving red scarf ran in and skidded to a stop in the middle of a city road. Taking a step back, he thrust out his arm. In a fiery flash his skin turned a sky blue.
"TENTIONMARU!"
Suddenly he got right up in the camera, clenching his fist so hard the veins bulged.
"AND I'M HERE TO OBLITERATE THE COMPETITION!"
His booming voice coupled with his intense, pupiless glare shook the camera. The picture tilted to the side until Tention's blurry hand stopped it. Slowly it moved back into position with Tentionmaru himself having eased his demeanor.
"Ooh, I should probably stop that. But just for now!" He backed up and stamped the ground. "Co-leader of Zetabrand, reporting in! Proud clan member by day, protector by night! Sometimes! It's more of a part-time thing!"
He glanced back and tried flipping his scarf. The breeze picked it up just for a second before dropping it again.
"Look, I know what you're thinking. My main man Nhazul's already a lock for this, but if you're willing to enter another scarf-wielder, then I am the one you want!"
Suddenly he whipped off his scarf and sharpened it into a jagged machete.
"And I do mean scarf-wielder."
Tention slapped it back on his neck and it returned to a regular strip of cloth.
"And that's just the tip of the iceberg…" A mini energy dragon formed around his fist. "See? Alright, that's enough. Where was I?"
"Oh yeah." He leapt in front of the camera. "THEY'RE GOING DOWN, YOU HEAR ME?" He threw a thumbs-down gesture. "DOOOOOOWN!"
With a mighty roar, he punched the lens. The picture immediately went black, followed by a THUNK! right into the microphone.
"Oh crap that actually broke it-"
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