She rolls her eyes, then the gem in her chest sparks a bit. “Let’s get this over a bit quicker.” She grumbles.
Soon, blue light arced all over the deep blue textile-esque looking suit below the metallic armor and in her helmet’s face, and green electro-flames sparked out from her wrists, below her shoulder armor, her neck, and her ankles. “R-Mechanical Overdrive!” She calls as she does so.
This name and effect might conjure up some of Tempest’s memories about an old friend from Earth.
Hope enjoyed it. “She is more of a Golden Eagle, specialized for prey but since I grew her up she can do many things, which I would need if I was in any kind of trouble.” Bruce answered.
Bruce gave Katrina the best room he had for guests. He opened the door and said. “Voilà, a pretty room for a pretty girl.” Bruce said winking at Katrina.
“So what do you think, cozy?” he asked, as he entered after Katrina.
The room was made out of rustic young wood which gave it a more of a tan brown look. There was this bright light coming from the sun illuminating the room, there were red curtains with gold accents and there was a huge bed for two people, but in truth the bed could fit four people.