“My name is Quake because I can make the ground shake, and buildings topple and fall.” The thin man in the black and gray uniform stood before them with his hands clasped behind his back, and his feet slightly spread. Deceiver eyed the man with his usual unreadable expression. Something didn’t add up, but the Guardian leader knew the man wouldn’t have applied unless he could back his words with action. Although power was the ultimate criteria when deciding if an applicant was good enough to join the elite group, appearance and poise also counted. To everyone, the man had the looks and the attitude. The question remained as to whether or not he had the ability.
“Very well, Quake. If you can sufficiently produce a nice demonstration for us, I’ll forego the rest of the questioning and put y
