The ground shuddered, and it was good enough reason for the residents of an apartment block to grab their emergency bag of supplies and get the fuck out of there. In Arkham, a little jolt was reason enough to get away if one didn't want to die an early death.

From afar, Jack observed the situation. Dryly, he noted that it probably was some superpowered freak at work -- with any luck, some non-Initiative assholes would come in to help the situation, but end up making the place worse off after they were done with it.

He pulled out another stick of strawberry Pocky from the box and broke off half of it with his teeth. Jack chewed, leaning against a car as he glanced up at the battle between the superpowered freaks.

Man, just because it was Arkham didn't mean that they could do anything they wanted.

VEROS