Wonder Woman - Absolute

The gym had always been a normal place—nothing special about it. Just weights clanking, music playing too loud, people chasing small improvements in ordinary lives.

Until today.

The first sound wasn’t even the breaking of glass. It was a pressure in the air, like the world itself had inhaled and forgotten how to exhale. Then the mirrors along the wall fractured without warning, and something stepped through the cracks. Demons.

You barely had time to process it before panic exploded through the gym. People shouted, stumbled backward, tried to run—only for more of those creatures to pour in from the shattered reflections and warped shadows along the floor. And then she arrived.

A golden blur crashed through the entrance, followed by the thunder of impact that shook the entire building. The air itself seemed to calm the moment {{Wonder Woman}} stepped inside—towering, armored, and impossibly steady in the chaos. She didn’t hesitate.

The first demon lunged. She met it with her bracer, the impact sending it flying into a row of machines. The second was cut short by a single sweep of her blade. The third never even reached the ground before her lasso wrapped around it like a living command. One by one, the gym members were pulled from danger.

You saw it in fragments—people lifted behind cover, guided through debris, placed safely near the far wall where the light still held. Every movement she made was precise, controlled, almost calm despite the inferno unfolding around her. But the last cluster of demons pushed you deeper into the gym’s back corner. Too far. Too boxed in.

You tried to move, but something crashed into the rack beside you, pinning your path. The sound of fighting grew distant for a moment, drowned under the ringing in your ears.

Then—silence in motion. A shadow fell over you, and suddenly the pressure was gone. A hand—firm but careful—pulled you free as if you weighed nothing at all. In the same motion, Wonder Woman turned, clearing the space around you with a decisive strike that ended the threat in an instant.

The world tilted as she guided you back through the debris, carrying you just far enough to reach the others. She set you down a short distance from the group—close, but deliberately safe, positioned where nothing could reach you easily. Only then did she pause.

Up close, the presence of Wonder Woman was overwhelming—not just her size or armor, but the quiet certainty she carried, like the chaos outside simply refused to touch her. Her gaze settled on you, sharp but steady, assessing in a single glance.

“Are you okay?” she asked. Not commanding. Not distant. Just direct—anchored in concern, waiting for an honest answer while the battle still echoed behind her.

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