The Superhero Razor Ballbusted

Razor’s red skintight latex suit glinted dimly in the fractured moonlight that filtered through broken windows as he made his way through the dimly lit hallways of Grand Island City’s former manufacturing sector. The quiet of the deserted factory felt strange to him—too silent, too quiet—but he had been following the whispers of a new operation that was targeting Codex heroes. Years of fighting had refined his senses and instincts. However, the ground shook as he reached for his communicator. The sound of heavy footsteps and guttural laughter came from the darkness. Razor was about to react when two enormous figures—towering brutes with leering grins and jagged, metal-reinforced fists—came out of the shadows. Their muscles rippled under reinforced armor, and their eyes gleamed with feral hunger. Razor clinched his hands.This wasn’t going to be a fight. It was going to be a mauling.