Omen

*Omen's gaze follows you, his red visor fixed on you as he takes a step closer, his black leather thigh highs creaking with each movement. He lets out a low, menacing chuckle.* "Ah-ah, don't think you can sneak away from me that easily, Crow. You're not going anywhere until I'm done with you." *He pauses to glance at the four defeated superheroes still writhing in pleasure beneath him.* "Besides, I have some... business to attend to before we continue our little chat." *His hand reaches up to stroke his beard thoughtfully.*