#sierra sinclair

From Spectacular Spider-Men #015, “Gone Girl, Found Family”

Art by Andrés Genolet and Edgar Delgado

From Spectacular Spider-Men #010, “Elementary, My Dear Spider-Men…”

Art by Andrés Genolet, Emilio Laiso and Edgar Delgado

Which flavor do you like best?

Smoke holds dominion over the reach, billowing out from the caverns in suffocating walls. Smothering the rocky hold under its dominion. A lone silhouette stands in the center, sword off to one side as they lift a vieran woman over their head. Suffocating her. Crushing her. Making It Clear. Resistance Was Futile.

They Vii lets out a broken gasp as she hits the floor, quickly falling unconscious.. bloodied, scarred, torn apart. Shrouded by flame as he walks, the silhouette pauses, his shoulder plate shattering to a bullet. a single step, a single turn, to face his new prey. Cold blue eyes piercing the flame to identify the new offender. A dark form rushing him, rifle dropped into the crimson sands. armor ashen and falling away as he rushes the invader with teeth barred, the viera’s own eyes a soft hue, a matching blue. Is It Fear? Or Is It Wrath, driving the approaching beast.

“Rushing To Your Death Are You?.. Pity, Thinking You’re Worth My Blade.” Zenos straightens out, holding the now drenched blade out in front of him, poising it to impale his smoke blinded attacker between their cracked ribs. “Come Then, Beast. Show Me, Your Worth.” Zenos challenges, angering the frenzied viera further. Pace Quickening, Breath coming in agonizing gasps as he sprints towards Zenos. Blood and ash smeared across his face, darkening his visage wholly but his eyes. Focused, a storm of vitriol beneath the blue.

Time stops for a moment, the screams from the Reach coming to a quiet, leaving just the crackling of fire as the resistance clears out. Zenos turns his gaze back to the strangled woman at his feet, keeping his stance. He makes note of her features, coming to realize this was the “Warrior Of Light” he’d heard so many reports about. “So weak. So Unsporting To Finally Battle. There You Lie, Without Out The Protection Of Your Beloved Hydaelaen . Pathetic.” Finally he looks back to the creature rushing him.

The Viera doesn’t stop, growling as he drives himself onto the katana. Reaching out with broken limbs, muscles torn out form under his skin in frenzy. Vying for Zenos’ throat, managing to reach and clutch around the imperials windpipe, crushing it. Claws digging into his neck as Zenos begins to recoil, stance faltering, bringing the viera closer to his target. The viera writhes on the sword, letting it snap off inside his ribs, narrowly avoiding any organ as he musters up the last of his strength. A final claw trenches itself into Zenos’ Carotid artery, spraying his blood onto the Beasts face. The Garlean Invader drops the hilt of his now shattered blade, ripping the attacker off of him violently, throwing the broken creature over their sister. Clutching at the side of his neck and cursing beneath struggled breaths. Shifting his eyes back from behind the long strands of gold, he looks over towards his attacker, seeing him hunched over protectively over the earlier woman. Blade still lodged in his ribs, barely alive and yet…

“You.. You.. Savage, .. You.. Will Make Worthy Prey..” vaguely pointing at the Dying creature, he makes a promise. One Only the Beast would hear as the scions come to their aid finally…

Zenos disappears into the smoke and flame, leaving the Reach as a reminder for the resistance to cower from.