The next week inevitably passed. The afternoon hits the city's clocks, Lyle and Jikolsen are done with their work and take a moment to respectively review it while a guard on duty was made responsible to calling back the sangfroid paragon's siblings to return to the R&D center after having left back to their hotel from boredom. Artus and Ember greeted each other in their hotel's kitchen before beginning their morning, the Trio rose up early as routinely as they had since they were children. The sanguine marksman enjoyed his macarons as he and his siblings were traveling to their new home's neighboring metropolis. "Light and crisp, this makes what they served us back there taste like slop!" Artus shouted after he devoured his first. Ember was nose deep in a pamphlet she found herself fortunate enough to discover on their trip to the city. "It was slop, John." Generil's bluestocking blade replied as she refused to glance away from her heaven clutched in her hands. Artus scratched his ear as the neighboring megapolis' research and development laboratory came into his viewing. "My taste buds never thought that but food aside, excited to see bro our bro again?" The sanguine marksman replied to the eldest as they continued sauntering in the direction of the laboratory building as Artus enjoyed a woman's passing fragrance that turned his head. Generil's bluestocking blade hated the smell of a pedestrian's cigarette as her nose crinkled before eyeing him. "He's only been working on our official gear here for a week, Art." She reminded her younger brother.
Lyle and Jikolsen bonded within a week, both had shared a passion and penchant for developing weapons, combat armor and gadgetry, head researcher of Alyi's division professor Jikolsen stared at his latest temporary partner. The sangfroid paragon and the head researcher of Alyi's top research and development lab talked whilst they worked beside each other intending to craft, modify and decide on the weapons, gear and the necessary versatile tech for he and his siblings to utilize on their upcoming adventures and oath to defend their assigned wondrous, fateful city. Jikolsen found himself curious about his lab partner. "Since we may be working alongside each other fairly often, what say we share and build up a bit of some trust?" He asked the sangfroid paragon to bring Lyle out of his obvious cogitation. The sangfroid paragon turned his gaze towards the old man as he pulled a key and gripped it tight. Jiksolsen held questions about the future protector's key when he saw it. "I recognize that look, here I'll start, I— for a long period in my youth was somebody who consistently discriminated on the basis of race. Now, my best friend is someone that I would have been unjustly cruel to in the past. He's employed and leading another R&D lab here Alyi, we've risen to the top together. Josue told me that my scientific brilliance was undeniable then paired me under the leadership of who I despised but one thing led to another, harsh treatment was forgiven and grace was given and now I've got a wonderful family I've never thought I'd have when I was young. Boy, would it make for a great opportunity for a lesson and entertainment if a young Jiksolsen had visited his future. It doesn't need to be something personal— what's an important story to you?" The head researcher hesitantly revealed this to his new lab partner. Lyle turned his head towards the wonder researcher and pondered. "A start is unclear to me." The sangfroid paragon responded. The head of research and development scratched his chin as he glanced at the lab's ceiling. "Start with something decently interesting yet something that you're comfortable telling another soul?" Jikolsen suggested to the young man in front of him with a hint of genuine curiosity in his voice. "The states." Lyle answered when he took a moment to collect his thoughts. Jiksolsen found himself questioning what he meant until the hint hit him. "Perfect, I get it. I see, It'll take a lot of combat experience, pure intellect and genuine will power to make a career out of this oath you've signed up for, most Americans I've met in the past have just that so I have confidence in you." Jikolsen opined. Lyle studied the elder's eyes, sitting on his question, Jiksolsen saw thin smoke rising from Lyle's eyes before the sangfroid paragon reached a conclusion. "We came from an American military facility that's off the grid. We were raised and trained to take on the toughest assignment for the nation since before we were even ten years old. This opportunity aligned with our past and expectations comfortably, before an incident struck which brought us here so we're not backing down." Lyle answered without any stutter, though in his naturally lower volume voice. Jiksolsen realized the young man's story had him feeling respect. "Welcome aboard." He responded. Lyle held his key tight within his fist which he kept hooped around his finger as he continued to admire a knife that he finished forging a day prior that he sat on the blueprint table. Jikolsen looked near Lyle's way, thinking about his answer but still continued listening to him reminisce. Lyle's attention shifted. "I miss those days a little: eating, sleeping, training, problem solving, top-tier scientific assignments and mathematics, weapons research, swordsmanship, marksmanship, weaponry studies and discipline. First comes the best class of all, the thrill of our hand to hand training. The leaping, hooking, getting jabbed at but the sportsmanship we all had towards each other." He falls prey to reminiscing once more. Jiksolsen sat resting his chin on his palm. "Hopefully you four settle in nicely." He interrupted after a few minutes passed.
The sangfroid paragon noticed that the old man was thinking about the story that he told. "Do you still trust us, old timer?" Lyle asked with his calm voice. Jikolsen nodded approvingly with a smile and a thumbs up by his pectoralis that left Lyle reacting confused on whether he had decided to reply awkwardly on purpose or not. "I still do personally since I lead my life by trusting my intuition and I can tell that there's something heroic about you three that Armand quite possibly saw as well." Jikolsen responded in a confident manner. "Define heroic for me?" Lyle replied with an inquisitive expression laid on his face. "The qualities, Selfless when it comes to others, indomitable spirit when your back is against the wall, specifically for you rather quiet yet you remind me of an optimist that I once knew. You're one?" Jiksolen answered and asked with uncertainty. Lyle nodded his head as he continued to craft on his sword. "I see, so if you don't mind personally feeding into my curiosity, what made you guys decide to leave this great school and your nation?" Jikolsen asked as swiftly as he'd like to rip off a bandaid. The sangfroid paragon "In the states, they dubbed this as the continent of the uncanny and the supernatural. I guess sometimes the monsters can swim. One decimated our entire facility so suddenly that it made me think it was a final examination of problem solving— until—!!" Lyle answered, keeping himself from becoming trapped in his feelings. Jiksolsen questioned to himself if he had just noticed an almost unnoticeable portion of Lyle's hair shifting to a Smokey shade of gray before it reverted back into the original color like a breeze passing by. Alyi's lead researcher and developer slowly nodded as he listened to the story while deciding to keep his thoughts to himself when Lyle's expression and body language informed him not to probe.
Jikolsen stared towards his youthful lab partner as if he knew what Lyle was referencing, empathizing with the event of a loved one standing no chance against one of the anomalous monsters infesting all of the continent of Europe but he was baffled hearing the idea that his continent's gordian knot may evolve to a global scale. "It doesn't sound insane." Jikolsen kept to himself. Deciding on a topic to change the conversation to instead. "Do you wanna hear the real reason why our great leader Josue created the Gen-Oath division in the first place?" Jikolsen then asked aloud. Lyle glanced away before right back towards Jikolsen. "I don't really care if this has to do with the history involved actually, that's just my sister who cares about this place's history and its quirks." Lyle answered calmly and assuredly. Jiksolsen still found this information important to tell. "Alright, here it is, here it is— the truth is that the Gen-Oath was created because we figured out that there were scoundrels who were covetous, green-eyed and offended by Josue's power and these threats to the city always came at the unexpected, and obviously most of these threats were beyond Josue's super troopers. Josue had gotten tired of having to deal with the sensitive politics of the city and these monsters every day, he told me sometime ago that he had seen a comic book for the first time in his life then he thought of engendering the Gen-Oath." Jikolsen informed his young lab partner with his fascinated tone. "Dang, I owe Artus twenty bucks then..." Lyle had kept to himself, the sangfroid paragon realized something later, "Ember would find all of this fascinating if she hasn't gathered this info yet. Guess I should pay attention with her in mind." Lyle also said in his head whilst he worked on the blueprints to his brother's armor after finishing sharpening his sword.
The head researcher cleared his throat. "Isn't that all some fascinating stuff?" Jikolsen asked his youthful development partner. "No. Not really. My sister might find this something interesting, sure. If you have any more stories, my ears are always open." Lyle answered with utmost honesty the gravelly voiced head researcher respected. Jikolsen shared a smile with his new temporary development partner. "you know what I would find interesting though? If you know?" Lyle replied as he continued developing. The formerly blonde haired head researcher clutched his coat's collar. "I've been here long enough to be confident that I just might?" Jikolsen responded as he was reviewing the bluestocking sword woman's gear. Lyle and Jikolsen then focused on creating or modifying the Trio's equipment further, whilst continuing a deeper conversation about various things that Lyle finds new. Jikolsen informed Lyle that Josue had given the Gen-Oath team access to his personal labs, the team can create or request having their own personal suits, though, required to have his recognizable emblem alongside his uniform's color scheme. Lyle assists Jikolsen in the development of what they'll constantly be wearing for their new jobs for hours without end. Lyle led his siblings to the center's restrooms before the Trio concomitantly equipped their newly developed gear. Artus admired himself in the mirror for a moment then they all took to the streets of Generil, free from the fear and glowing an aura of confidence now. Feeling confident, loyal and bored due to not learning anything about the city at that point, they kept their newfound self-assurance, when they'd received their first mission, Lyle asked a couple of questions in his thoughts. "Is it real?" As one, "Is this a test?" As the Trio traveled to one of the largest banks in the city of Generil.
The bluestocking blade was surprised to learn that the civilians own businesses themselves, and based on the amount of Josue's men who patrol daily, that he doesn't run, own, and regulate nor steal from his citizens. "The rumors and the statements made about him weren't true." Ember kept to herself. The Generil Trio hears a ringing in their heads, which Lyle gets lucky and presses the right button to answer the call, a woman's voice sounded out of nowhere. "Generil's police chief on the line with you, Aaida Lagrange, hopefully it stays a pleasure, I've been ordered to inform you that your comms are directly hooked up to our police radios, if you guys ever need backup on an assignment within the city, feel free to radio the station's dispatcher or I. After all, you guys are basically super police— also remember that it's your duty to return the call for backup from any of your own. You should get the gist." Said the Police chief over each of their communication devices. The Trio looked at each other alternating who they're looking at, completely not expecting the chief of police calling which they found more shock as her disembodied voice came through earpieces built into their helmets. Lyle found himself with the gazes of the sanguine marksman and the bluestocking blade shrugging away. "We won't be in need of any backup. Ever. We've got it." In his usual humorless tone. The sangfroid paragon and sanguine marksman found themselves amazed by the tech of their city's most brilliant while Ember didn't care much for it after the police chief's call. Lyle, Artus and Ember leapt out for a nearby Generil branded patrol car, the cop doesn't question if they're truly a part of the megapolis's police force as he assumes they are seeing their uniform and assuming they got the call too, He drives the Trio to the bank where the crime is taking place.
Artus eventually shook his head before his brother took notice that the sanguine marksman wanted to ask something. "Why'd you gotta be talking to the chief like that earlier, Ly?" Artus asked, his upset tone on display. The sangfroid paragon glanced away before returning his gaze towards his brother. "You heard about the corruption within the States' military ranks that Mentor Dain was speaking about sometime ago, and why he was forced to leave in a hurry, corruption might just be here too and she doesn't give me the best— vibes, for lack of a better term." Lyle said calmly and stoically, holding back more of what he thought. Artus looked at Lyle and even though he's usually not the brightest tool in the shed, or at least that's what Ember comments about him, he could hear Lyle's hurt about something, he backs away on further questioning while Lyle calms down as well. Arriving at the bank, the Trio are dropped off behind Generil police lines, the Generil police can't get into the bank due to a large number of hostages being taken, like any regular bank robbery.
The bluestocking blade crossed her arms as she slowly shook her head. "Urgent reminder of an ongoing bank robbery with hostages at stake, brothers, spare a moment of silence to remember??" Ember shouted with an irked voice towards her younger brothers, "I don't want to be the reason folks are hurt in our first serious situation." Ember finished much calmer than before. Artus turned his eyes towards her, with one brow upwards. "You said that but there wouldn't be any name that'd fit the place 'Ember city' any better, Em." The sanguine marksman responded humorously as they rode over to the crime scene. Ember slightly chuckled before she had sighed, she paused momentarily with shame and held her head down. "Shut up, we need to concentrate on the lives in danger, Artus!" She replied after her brother figured she was vexed by her sudden switch in tone with the response.
The Trio approached the armed and vigilant officers at the scene. "What's going on?" Lyle asked one of the head police at the robbery, "20 armed men are robbing the Vieux bank, they've taken hostages and they've taken over possibly millions worth of cash!" Answered the police man who was asked. Half of the men were shooting outside of the bank to keep the cops at bay, the other half were likely keeping the hostages or loading up on the cash, doing something else. "So, what's the plan, Ly?" Artus asked his brother, Ember summoned a blade and readied herself for rushing in or a planned attack. The sangfroid paragon grasped his left shoulder as he found himself glancing at various officers. "Well, hmmmmm?" and he noised as he thought about an idea to give to his siblings as he placed his index finger and thumb on the chin of his helmet realizing that he was stuck. "Since there's a large number of hostages taken, we can't just barge in, the innocents may get murdered by one of the robbers. However, the same goes if there weren't any due to the large number of armed men as well." Lyle answered his brother after some time. Artus stared at his brother while Ember stood quiet, checking over the cover they hid behind. "Not to rush, anytime, Ly." As the perpetrator's rain of bullets persisted and harshened on the siblings and their fellow officers.
The sangfroid paragon took an uncomfortably long amount of seconds for Ember though her patience prevailed, a plan of action made its way into his mind. "I got it. I'll go in stealthily, out of their sight using my instantaneous movement, while you two provide a strong distraction to the gunmen guarding the front, your invincibility should protect you from any lethal damage while annoying them at the same time but they won't realize it before I'm in and their friends inside are out cold." Lyle came up with it after some time. Artus smiled and held a relieved tone. "That's why they used to call you the Vaporous Tactician at the school!" He responded as he conjured dual sub machine guns. The sangfroid paragon's shoulders began emitting smoke. "Alright thickset marksman, to carry out our oath." Lyle responded to his brother as he felt the warmth in his hands before glancing in front of a gigantic tree in the yard of the bank's entrance he decided to use as cover and it held great distance near it.
The bluestocking blade sighed heavily. "Hey, chatty patty the behemoth, he could use that recklessness of yours!" Ember shouted towards her eighteen year old brother. Artus and Ember nodded at one another prior to them simultaneously sprinting out of cover and into the line of fire in opposite directions before their brother instantaneously jumped in space as a portion of the tree held thin smoke emitting from the bark. Artus halted sprinting yet continued spraying bullets in the robbers general direction with his dual submachine firearms. "Wait a second, did you just call me Patty?" The sanguine marksman asked himself with a lowered tone as he shot at the enemy, missing many of his shots purposefully as the enemy's returning fire was deflected from his pauldrons.
Lyle's plan amazingly worked, due to their invincibility, all the agro was on them, yet thanks to their bullet resistant armor and Special innate powers to become Invincible for a short while, they felt nothing. Couldn't get close still due to being knocked back by the bullets spraying fast at them from 12 machine gunners. Ember was dodging and deflecting hail of the bullets that came her way as she sauntered towards the shooters. Her agility and senses was trained to be at the peak of human performance, like the rest of her siblings, since she was only eight. Artus tanked the bullets as any chance he got, he shot back, he's got better aim than skill and physical ability. This same cycle purposely continued as Lyle Inched his way into the bank, stealthily and cautiously. Once Lyle got into the bank, smoke surrounded his head, surrounded his helmet with every inch, until he was finally and completely clouded by it, just enough. Lyle halted as he felt a sickening feeling come upon him, something seemingly told him to just move out of the way and he did, a rocket from an RPG rocket came like a jet at him, he turned around after seeing nothing in front of him, a bit paranoid, and he saw a man holding an unloaded RPG. The rocket did what rockets do and destroyed some of the floor of the bank, Lyle looked back once at the damage, it was not pretty as expected, and might have cost the owners quite a bit, he sighed as he realized he's gonna get blamed. The two stared each other down, Lyle was very confused and was lost on how the men got the weapons into the city in the first place, especially with the city's security and Josue's power. The police, Ember and much of everyone involved wondered so too when they noticed the men outside but Lyle wasn't surprised someone could smuggle a few weapons in but was surprised an RPG was brought in.
The man grew a cheeky grin on his face before he approached Lyle so confidently after throwing down his RPG's body. He approached him without fear at all. Lyle stood as calm and relaxed as he always is, staring at him, and allowed the man to keep walking while he studied. The man then disappeared into thin air, giving Lyle a surprise and shock, he appeared behind Lyle, Lyle felt the same feeling as before, the feeling forcing him to dodge, he ducked the right hook then followed up with a swift twisting elbow directly to the jaw of the attacker. The attacker was sent flying back away within this huge Generil bank as if he were a rag doll. Something told Lyle the bout wasn't over, just then, ten men appeared out of thin air and surrounded the new Generil supercop, all seeming unfeeling like the last guy, as a matter of fact, he was there surrounding him too. Lyle twisted and turned after being surrounded by the ten superhuman men because he never had to take on this many opponents at once, the school was brutal but the most they ever went was nine out of the forty students total. They could've gone ten and above, but never did for him even though he was one of the top scoring physical students.
Generil's sangfroid paragon asked himself a few questions his head as he surveyed the bank's interior. "I've never fought ten superhumans at once." Then he assured himself while studying the ten who surrounded him and remembered something that gave him confidence. "Yes, I've sparred with Cowatoot, This'll be fun!" In a calm tone. Lyle pulled out a thick bladed special combat knife with a peculiar look to it, given to him by Jikolsen as a gift, said to be forged out of the same metal as his body armor, bastard sword and helmet. One of them after a minute began rushing at him, got in close, then Attempted a quick jab. Lyle's fist began lightly admitting smoke, smoke surrounding his fists before he sidestepped the blow then Countered through with his own attack with the blade, he gutted the man. The attacker who engaged first out of the ten, fell to the ground as one would, but faded away like thick gray smoke.
Lyle's attention was taken away when he heard a voice, everyone else remained quiet, the voice said but he didn't see anyone: "The eternal smoke of the Orang merokok spoke to me, brother." In a deep voice. Civilians around the Vieux bank scattered and fled the area around it as figures of smoke appeared and attacked cars, mailboxes, some buildings, anything non-living in a very chaotic riot.
Ember and Artus realized the men who were shooting at them vanished and noticed the creatures of smoke attacking things around them instead so the duo changed their attention. The two also noticed the city being covered in smoke, thick gray smoke covered the entire city above and below, though mostly above where pilots of planes and helicopters would likely get blinded and crash. The bluestocking blade tossed her throwing knives yet missed each. "What's taking Lyle so long?" Ember asked Artus as the two battled, separated and encountered.
The sanguine marksman continued practicing missing fire. "I don't know, but I hope he's alright." Artus answered with a softer tone. The bluestocking swords woman grinned with full confidence in her brother. "That vaporous tactician is a tough bastard, he'll alright, Art." Ember assured herself and the little brother she knew had more faith in him than even she held. The two then separated as only more creatures of smoke appeared as the two killed the previous ones. Lyle gained paranoia and became somewhat surprised as he heard a voice, but saw no one except for the men surrounding him menacingly, but they weren't talking, they didn't even seem alive. Lyle began twisting and turning again, searching for someone, no one was around. A mysterious and strange smoke filled half the room of the bank he's in, after it filled the half, an older man calmly came walking out of it with his hands behind his back, happily grinning. "Who are you and what's going on— ?!" Lyle asked once he saw the lengthy dark-haired stranger, heavily surprised by everything that was happening. The atmosphere around him felt thick.
The stranger showed Lyle unbalanced eyes. "It doesn't matter who I am, I came for one reason, I get to meet you, Rhett Jiro." Answered the man from the smoke, "You already know why, I didn't get to see mine." The man from the smoke yelled after he turned his head, speaking like someone was next to him. Lyle was caught off guard, confused from the man speaking to himself, he couldn't tell if he was speaking to him, until the man from the smoke turned back towards Lyle and yelled "Alright, let's get this done and over with, Jiro!" More excitedly. While the man was distracted, Lyle teleported to stab the man in his gut, but the blade broke after it touched the man from the smoke's torso. The man from the smoke stood in the same spot unfazed and unpenetrated by the knife, off guard by what happened, it gives opening for the man from the smoke to put up his hand and with the back of his hand, Smack Lyle away some good distance. The man did a layout backflip before launching himself high in the air floating on what seemed to be a cloud of smoke, he then crossed his arms as he hovered.
"Professional trained boxer, pssh!" The man from the smoke commented. Lyle Picked himself back up, somewhat afflicted by the attack, but was ultimately surprised it wasn't worse, he expected the man to be stronger for some reason and felt like he was holding back.
"Egh, he still hits surprisingly softer than I imagined!" Lyle said in his head as he held his jaw and stretched ready for round 2. Lyle became alarmed when he looked back at the man and saw him flying while his hair had changed from black to a porcelain white magically and saw misty smoke rising out of his body like an aura.
"How'd you change like that??" Lyle asked as he recovered and got into a common boxing stance. The man from the smoke didn't answer his question and stood silently watching him with his white sclera. Lyle kept from panicking and refused to be consumed by his frustration. He regains composure. "Actually, more importantly how'd you smuggle weapons into the city?" Lyle asked assertively and far more aggressively with a change of expression and priorities, the man from the smoke remained quiet, his eyes changed to the same color as his hair, porcelain white, though a bit of creamy beige had some spots. Lyle became far more alarmed and confused as he noticed this, as he also noticed far more smoke rising from him.
"How does he have smoke around him?" Lyle asked himself while keeping focus on the remaining nine others that spawned around him. Lyle thought it was weird how they've surrounded him but felt so lifeless, almost like they weren't real, but they looked so real. The man from the smoke surprised Lyle even further by answering the question he was thinking, "Ah, They're fake and copied clones of the original men, pretty easy to guess that you're wondering." He said in a calm tone. While standing where he was, the clones all vanished into thin air like the first and second guy Lyle fought, with only the man from the smoke remaining for him to fight.
Lyle's attention was snagged when the man descended down with the smoke underneath him following, saying "I've been keeping your friends distracted, let's go meet up with them, shall we?" Before he uppercuts Lyle faster than Lyle could see, he couldn't believe it.
The man's punch sent Lyle flying through the bank and he blemished his helmet some too in the process, Lyle was also left bleeding as well.
"What just happened, bro?" Artus Asked after Lyle came flying out of the bank, and he coincidentally landed near him as he was battling a weird humanoid creature.
The police who were held back by the gunmen, evacuated as well ordered by the head of police at the robbery after noticing Artus and Ember had it by themselves.
Yet the two didn't have it by themselves, the cycle of them destroying one as another came in proceeded until Lyle was punched out of the bank by his own personal adversary that was inside.
Lyle struggled but eventually got up to witness surroundings of the bank getting attacked and smoky creatures doing the destruction somehow. He also looked up and saw smoke surrounding the city, Not moving at all, like a dome.
Lyle became furious seeing his new home like it was, Lyle's frustration grew bigger, like a gun aimed at his arch nemesis, he pulled the trigger, smoke like before surrounded his body as he took off the broken mask that protected his identity, luckily for him... Alongside the hostages in the bank, everyone that mattered to see his face had left to a far and safe location as the madness went on.
He didn't answer his brother as he felt the same pinching feeling as before, telling him a different command this time. After Lyle got up, The man from the smoke appeared in front of him similarly to how he teleports but Lyle almost knew and began pummeling the man from the smoke brutally after visiting him. Using his training and love for boxing, he learned to punch properly and went furious with each blow.
Lyle gave him a mean left jab to the face, then a right jab, A balance shattering uppercut to the chin, a bone breaking body blow, then after 12 combinations, Lyle goes ham and cheese, he begins a mania of hooks and doesn't stop until he gets tired out.
Every attack knocked the man back, and seemingly hurt him as by the end before Lyle gets tired, he knocked him off his feet with an uppercut.
Lyle breathed heavily and grabbed his knees as he witnessed the man's body vanish but this time, what's left is a thick cloud of smoke and he watches as it flew in circles until it formed into the man Lyle thought he knocked out, perfectly unaffected.
Lyle's frustration grew and grew further as he hated the feeling he got from the man, the feeling of inferiority, his hair grew somewhat white as his anger continued then he saw them come to his side and the smoke lessened and his hair began shifting back to black in full.
His opponent became annoyed but eventually refelt a bit of joy as two new toys that he forgot about were employed. He was going to face a couple of famous noises.
Artus saw his opening, he swiftly poofed up a rocket launcher, took aim then fired with his incredible sight through the smoke that was beginning to disperse and when it did, the Trio was incredibly shaken. He was holding the rocket with one hand while he was staring their way with an unamused face on him. A cloud of smoke appeared behind him and he released the rocket inside of it. Lyle begins to search for a cloud of smoke that he expects to appear from thin air then he hears it from afar and saves Artus from being hit, Ember rolled to the ground.
Immediately not wasting any time, Ember summoned a Katana as she charged for him directly and when she got in close enough, when he let her get in close, she had not even a thought of standing a chance. He dodged each of her thrusts and swipes before he succeeded in taking her down with one shot through her incredibly durable armor. Embarrassed, severely injured and out of energy. Lyle and Artus then tried their best but they weren't a match in any way for him as they found out the hard way. The sangfroid paragon eventually woke up, greeted by his brother and elder sister greeting him as they each found themselves in a hospital.
Ember told Lyle after he regained consciousness the message the man left for him since he specifically knocked him out, Ember repeats his exact words from her amazing memory: "The boy asked for my identity earlier, tell him he knows me as Emmet Alden, but you guys can call me simply Jeevak, but there wouldn't be a need to since you won't be seeing me here again, I only came for him, hopefully this'll satiate his curiosity." In a serious manner. When Generil's authorities arrived sometime later, the Trio told them what happened but Artus and Ember remained quiet about the man's final words to them, it was Lyle with the concept of loyalty on his mind who had informed them on it, bringing about an investigation on the robbery and him.
Lyle annoyed detective after detective, Interrogator after Interrogator with his ignorance regarding any info on the man who did the robbery and hospitalized him and his siblings, Lyle truly didn't know who he was at all. Besides all the area damage, they found no money stolen and nobody harmed, besides the Trio themselves. Ember and Artus told Lyle about how fast he was, how he was faster than they could blink and how he broke their armor, took numerous bullets to the head and out played them. The Trio of Generil couldn't believe how badly they lost their first fight. Yet, when the event was reported to Josue, the monarch of the megalopolises decided to give them another chance, nobody was hurt after all. He had all charges and any more police harassment dropped.