Rex hears the sound of footfalls only seconds before the attack comes, but that's all the warning he needs. His new mace, Hope's birthday present to him, stops the attack cold as he looks into the eyes of...a Thanagarian?
One of his mother's people. One of his his people, by half.
"Not many people who swing on me live to talk about it later." Warhawk says, pushing the man back.
"Museum's closed. Come back in the morning." he says, readying himself for the next attack.
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