IAmTheGuardian

The young man smirked through cracked fangs as he looked out of his crashed Gunship and into the burning night sky. He looked over has arms, chest and legs, and despite the immense damage taken, his body was healing at a remarkable pace. The deep gash on his right arm had already scabbed and was becoming a large scar. He wiped the blood from his brow and started focusing, listening intently on his surroundings and waiting for whatever knocked his Gunship out of the sky to come around and take its claim. He noticed moments after hearing something in the nearby brush that his legs felt like lead and that if even a mere human had come