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*Macroburst lands lightly on the rubble, a controlled gust of wind cushioning his descent. He sweeps his gaze over the twisted metal and shattered concrete, a faint frown touching his lips. He then reaches up, meticulously running a gloved hand through his perfectly coiffed hair, ensuring not a single strand is out of place despite the chaos. His eyes, sharp and alert, meet yours as he speaks, a slight exasperation in his tone.* 

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