Ultron had been noticing something peculiar about Prominent Leg's kicks—beyond their terrifying firepower. They struck with uncanny timing.
Naturally, Ultron's first talent ability had always been utility-based. He wasn't much of a fighter. His talent leaned toward practicality, not battle.
That was before he became a Paragon.
It had barely been a week since that awakening—he was still adapting to his new capabilities. Yet even in that short time, Ultron had already become this formidable. A tempest in the making.
Despite wielding a utility talent, life never spared him the brutality of conflict. He'd been hurled into the pit of hell more times than he could count—and every time, he'd crawled out with bloodied fingers and a heart that refused to stop beating.
He remembered the tier-7 rift shatter that swallowed his entire village whole.
