Hansa Cervantes:
Hansa is the acting overseer of the holy grail war taking place in Snowfield, America in the light novel/manga series Fate/Strange Fake. To make it a little easier to understand for those who have a vague understanding of the Fate series but haven't read Strange Fake, he's Strange Fake's version of Kirei; only he's a lot more relaxed and much less evil... at least from what we know thus far. Oh, and he's also 70% robotic, so he's Kirei mixed with Robo-cop.
As far as abilities are concerned, Hansa is very much like Kirei, in that he relies on physical stats and black keys to fight; however, he is better off than Kirei in this regard due to his cybernetic enhancements.
Strength:
Jester burst into laughter. He laughed, and laughed, and laughed, and...
The next instant, his grin turned upside down, and he hurled the couch at the priest.
“It’s free coffee from the reception desk!”
The sofa closed in on the priest, rotating with the speed and force of a boomerang.
The priest did not even try to dodge the flying sofa... He just kicked it straight up.
There was a thunderous roar. A little later, a crash could be heard from the direction of the
ceiling. When the police officers looked up, they could see the couch was stuck deep into the
ceiling of the lobby’s three-story atrium.
Volume 2, page 83
Hansa effortlessly boots a couch straight up hard enough to embed it into the ceiling three stories up.
Whether it was bravado, or some sort of perversion, the priest and the Dead Apostle both
laughed as they fought. They leapt off columns and walls, using them as new footholds in their
deathmatch. Cracks formed in the floor and columns with every leap, searing the fact that this
battle was being fought on a superhuman plane into the watching eyes of the police. And the
sight would only be restricted to them for a few more seconds.
Jester deliberately took a kick Hansa had thrown out as a feint. Using its force, he flung him-
self at the main entrance, smashed through the reinforced glass revolving door, and flew out into
the city. It was as if he wanted to lure the executor outside, into the center of Snowfield.
Volume 2, page 81
Hansa bounces around a room with enough force to crack the floors and walls with each leap. Also, even the strength of a feint is enough to send someone flying through reinforced glass.
Jester gave one of the airborne patrol cars a mighty kick. Hansa bisected it, and threw several
Black Keys through the gap in its split frame. Jester stopped the blades by grabbing them, grinning fearlessly as blood and smoke leaked from his hands.
“We have an audience, you know? Whatever happened to keeping the Grail War a secret?”
Volume 2, page 93
Hansa cuts a car in half with black keys and cuts Jester's hand with them. For context:
As the arrows approached him, however,
their radiance began to dim. By the time they reached him, they were ordinary iron arrows,
which bounced off Jester without so much as ripping his suit.
He had not moved at all. The arrows had been thwarted by his skin.
Volume 2, page 80
Jester is durable to the point that regular arrows bounce off of his skin.
Jester glared at Hansa in annoyance, then stabbed a hand into the body of a patrol car bur-
ning nearby and grabbed hold of its frame. Lifting up the whole car with one Hand, Jester hurled
it at Hansa with the force of a baseball. Hansa raised one leg and stopped the car, then pushed it
back with the force of the mystic-mechanical springs built into his lower body.
The Dead Apostle leapt over the vehicle, and ran up the side of the station building. The
priest gave chase without hesitation, joining in the vertical dash. Based on the fact that he left
deep wounds in the side of the building in his wake, he must have been using some device, but it
was still a feat no ordinary person could have imitated.
Volume 2, page 95
Hansa casually stops a thrown car thrown at the speed of a baseball with one foot before booting it back.
Just like that, the man was blasted into a window of the adjacent hotel.
A little later, the priest — whose arm had returned to its original length — leapt toward the
hotel with several swords in each hand.
The hotel might be next door, but there were still more than ten meters between it and then
police station. Far enough that any normal human, even a running long jump world champion,
would fall. The priest, however, leapt it easily, and vanished into the hotel.
Volume 2, page 100
Hansa can easily jump over a 10-metre gap.
Speed:
The old priest watched them go, when something soundlessly shot forth from his right
hand. Perhaps by some special technique, a metallic plate hurled from the priest’s hand with the
speed of a bullet. Until several decades ago, the blue coin had been used as a high-value chip in
the casino below the church.
In the next instant, Hanza’s arm twisted at an impossible angle, caught the coin, and sound-
lessly returned the throw as swiftly as it had come.
When the old priest effortlessly caught the coin, it crumbled in his hand. He looked and saw
that the metal coin had fallen apart into sixteen equal portions, like a pizza.
Volume 1, page 142
Hansa catches a coin thrown at the speed of a bullet, instantly cuts it into 16 pieces, and then throws it back at the same speed. The bullet was thrown by a high ranking church member, which going off other church member feats (Kirei is the primary example) should give credit to the speed of the coin being legit. But, this is far from his max. In fact:
“Yeah. I’ll give it to you, if you can ‘take’ it,” the priest said without looking at him... and
launched a foreign silver coin with the force of a bullet.
Good grief. The bishop must not know my other face, or he wouldn’t have asked so nonchalantly...
That silver coin should have passed by about a meter to one side of Hansa, and embedded
itself in the wood inside.
Still, I’d definitely feel guilty about dragging a child into it.
Dilo’s acquaintance apparently assumed that, if he startled the boy a little, he would refuse
on his own. However...
At the same time he fired, the boy leapt towards the silver coin, and neatly caught it. The
coin that had been launched with enough force to penetrate wood. With his bare hand.
“...Hm?”
For the first time, the middle-aged priest looked at the boy.
The boy looked at the coin in his hand with sparkling eyes and an innocent grin.
“Wow! A silver coin! Thank you, Father!”
Volume 2, page 88
He was able to catch a coin thrown at this speed as an untrained child. To further contextualise this feat, immediately before this the person throwing the coin was strongly implied to be better than Kirei at martial arts.
“That is, umm... Bishop Dilo... Why me?”
“Well, of all my acquaintances, you seem the best at kung fu and martial arts. I hear this boy
is fond of such things. Such a strong lad will learn the importance of harmony more readily from
someone stronger than himself. Don’t you think so?”
Hansa realized that this priest who did his best not to meet anyone’s eyes had been called to
the town because of him. It must have something to do with what had happened the other day.
He had said that he would like to do what he had done when he lived in the mountains, gotten
the nearby children involved, and come close to badly hurting one of them as a result.
He had gone and made trouble for Mr. Dilo.
Hansa felt despondent at the thought, when the priest, still not meeting anyone’s eyes, ad-
dressed Dilo again.
“Umm, say, Your Excellency? If this is about training a child in martial arts, wouldn’t Father
Kotomine do as well? His Baji Quan is master level. He’s also a close friend of yours.”
“I hear Risei has undertaken an important task in Japan. I’m hardly an expert in that field,
but apparently it’s very important. Besides, he already has a son.”
Volume 2, page 87
Which adds a lot of credit to the people involved as Kirei has extremely impressive showings.
“...What?”
The chief, his secretary, his officers, and even Jester, who had thrown the couch in the first
place, could not take their eyes off the superhuman feat.
The next instant... Hansa vanished without a trace.
“...huh?”
Jester let out a confused grunt. The priest he was sure had been a few meters away until a
moment before was right in front of him swinging a fist before he knew it.
Then Hansa’s right fist plowed into Jester’s face, just a little faster than Jester could react.
Jester went flying through the walls of the lobby and into an inner room.
“...I meant to knock his head off, but it’s as hard as you’d expect.”
Volume 2, page 84
Hansa moves FTE to Jester, a superhuman Dead Apostle (vampire, basically) and punches him hard enough to send him flying through a wall.
The voice in the hole stopped. The next instant, countless bits of rubble launched from the
hole in the wall.
If you told someone that an oversized cannon had been loaded with debris and fired, they
would have believed you. In fact, they would have had difficulty believing anything else.
Hansa took several things that looked like sword hilts from his pocket, and tucked them
between the fingers of both his hands. A moment later, silvery blades materialized on the hilts,
and gave Hansa’s hands silhouettes like giant claws.
Black Keys — Hilts that manifest blades when magical energy is passed through them. One
of an executor’s essential armaments.
Without taking a breath, Hansa kicked off the floor, and met the rubble head-on. The priest’s
arms swayed like heat haze. A moment later, the rubble buckshot, which had included chunks of
concrete a meter across, turned to mist and blew through his body.
To be more precise, it only appeared to blow through him. The rubble in front of Hansa had been smashed to dust piece by piece, and scattered through the lobby. What speed,
what swordsmanship, must he have had to accomplish such a feat?
The chief just barely managed to follow the movements with his eyes, but if asked if he could
have kept up with them, the answer would be no.
Volume 2, pages 89/90
Perhaps Hansa's best feat. Here, Hansa cuts a bunch of rubble - some of which are up to a metre long - so many times with such speed that they are all reduced to dust by the time they reach his torso and pass harmlessly through him.
To further clarify, he turned several thrown chunks of rubble to dust within the gap between his arms and his torso (so, like, a metre or so at most). Bear in mind the person throwing this rubble is the same person that can throw cars around at the speed of a baseball, so these chunks were likely moving at a pretty good speed.
Jester gave one of the airborne patrol cars a mighty kick. Hansa bisected it, and threw several
Black Keys through the gap in its split frame. Jester stopped the blades by grabbing them, grinning fearlessly as blood and smoke leaked from his hands.
“We have an audience, you know? Whatever happened to keeping the Grail War a secret?”
“This ‘job’ has nothing to do with the War,” Hansa answered, using a car as a foothold to leap
still higher, “so it won’t be a problem.”
Actually, as far as the Church was concerned, it was very much a problem. Perhaps Hansa
had some kind of countermeasures in place, because he appeared unruffled by the curious stares
of the crowd.
“You’re so set on ending me that you’d abandon your duties as overseer to do it? I already
told you, but I am one of the Masters you’re supposed to protect.”
“...The Holy Church got involved in the Holy Grail War to conceal a miracle and to keep the
peace for humankind. Would I be qualified to be its overseer if I allowed even the possibility of
that miracle falling into the hands of a vampire?”
“So, you want to kill me that badly. Did you lose a parent or a lover to Dead Apostles?”
Hansa waited until they had crossed swords for a few seconds and landed back on the ground
to answer the provocative question.
Volume 2, page 93
Hansa has a prolonged sword fight while in mid-air.
When Hansa reached the rooftop, he received a submachine gun baptism.
Jester made the police special forces weapon, which he must have borrowed without anyone
noticing, spit out a hail of bullets. At the same time, he let loose with a shotgun — also police
equipment — in his left hand. A quantity of projectiles sufficient to make mincemeat of any
ordinary man closed in on Hansa.
Just then, however, Hansa’s body seemed to sway like a heat haze. He evaded most of the bullets without even using his Black Keys, and batted some of them out of the air with this own hand.
The scene, straight out of an action movie, drew unaffected praise from Jester.
Volume 2, page 95
Hansa is an utterly casual bullet timer. Here he dodges a barrage of bullets from a submachine gun and a shotgun simultaneously. However, he doesn't just dive out of the way as they're coming. Instead, he dances through them, dodging all of them without moving from his starting position, and even casually karate chops some bullets for good measure.
Durability:
Due to not getting tagged (because he wrecked the people he's fought thus far), Hansa doesn't have much in the way of durability feats. However, he does have a few showings.
Just then, however, Hansa’s body seemed to sway like a heat haze. He evaded most of the bullets without even using his Black Keys, and batted some of them out of the air with this own hand.
The scene, straight out of an action movie, drew unaffected praise from Jester.
Volume 2, page 95
Hansa's body is bulletproof, allowing him to swat bullets out of the air with his bare hands.
Hansa was about to stave off the umpteenth volley of rubble, when he glimpsed a fabric he
recognized through a gap in the airborne debris. The instant he realized it was the suit Jester had
been wearing, Hansa disposed of the largest of the rubble and crossed his Black Key “claws” in
front of his heart, taking his chances with the rest.
Jester’s knifehand thrust into that very spot with the force of a pile bunker.
Jester leapt again, trying to follow up his attack on Hansa, who had been flung backwards
by the force of the impact. Hansa, on the other hand, attempted a counterattack of his own.
Volume 2, pages 91/92
Hansa blocks a strong thrusting attack from someone who can casually throw cars around.
Senses:
“I am Reeve... And you are?”
“Hansa Cervantes. An... ‘overseer’ dispatched to the Snowfield Center church. I assume you
know what I mean.”
“I don’t think I know what you’re talking about,” the chief answered expressionlessly. Hansa
grinned broadly and spread his hands.
“If you plan on insisting ‘magecraft if just a hobby,’ or ‘my subordinates did it on their own’
with this many barriers up, I won’t stop you. Even if your Servant does get eliminated, all you’ll
lose is a safe place to hide. Surely even you value your life?”
“...”
Volume 2, page 51
Hansa detects a magical barrier erected around a police station. For context, this barrier was extremely well put together, to the point that regular mages were not even aware of its existence.
A great number of mystic barriers had been erected on the site of the police station, trans-
forming it into a fortress that completely shut out all except those who approached through the
legitimate entrances. Even if she were to erase her presence and attempt to get in through the
front door, barriers designed to expose such subterfuge were set up five or six layers thick. The
bounded field had been formed so skillfully that it was hidden even from the nearby mages. She
had passed by it during the day and not noticed a thing.
Volume 2, page 48
Even Assassin was initially unable to detect the barrier.
The nameless Assassin stood on the rooftop of the tallest building of a section of the city, the
casino hotel “Crystal Hill.”
She was there to get the lay of the land, and to feel out the presence of those people involved
with the Holy Grail War.
It was a conspicuous move, but if someone came to target her, that would just speed things
up. She was perched on that rooftop in a tactlessly straightforward tactic, observing the city—
Until something caught her attention.
It was south of the city. There was only desert on the horizon.
“...”
But the zealot did not avert her eyes, intently scowling at the valley between Heaven and
Earth.
Volume 1, pages 111/112
Assassin, for reference, has senses good enough to detect a fight taking place at a distance much further than that of a large city away.
The chief glared at Hansa, but the priest only shrugged his shoulders with every appearance
of ignorance.
“I’d be glad if it was,” he said while glancing up at the ceiling, “but if my friends come it’ll be
through the front entrance or the back door, not from up in the sky.”
“...”
He can sense it?
The chief could sense that it was the barrier around the upper part of the station that had
been broken as well. Even though he knew there must have been some kind of attack, however,
he could sense no sound or reverberation from the impact. What in the world had happened?
He only had a brief time to wonder...
Volume 2, page 55
Hansa also detects the breaking of this barrier, despite it breaking making no noise or reverberation through the building.
No one in the lobby caught the black-robed figure’s murmur. Just as only one other person
could hear the “song” that emanated a moment later from Assassin’s throat.
“Ugh! What the—?”
Hansa had been about to sip his coffee — now lukewarm due to the blackout — when the
cup nearly slipped through his fingers. He pressed his hands over his ears, and turned to look
at the source of the sound. He could see that the Heroic Spirit was indeed singing through an
opening in the explosion of hair.
Narrowing his eye, Hansa attempted to rationally analyze the sound.
“Well now... this lady’s got a range most people can’t hear.”
As he said, the noise was inaudible to the chief and his officers. But that didn’t mean their
bodies were deaf to Assassin’s song.
Volume 2, page 66
He can detect sound above the typical range of human hearing.
Mechanical enhancements:
“Umm... Excuse me if I’m wrong, or if this is rude, but... didn’t you have a fight in the police
station parking lot the day before yesterday, Mr. Cervantes? You body’s about seventy-percent
machine, right...?”
“...Oh, you can tell?”
“Yes. The flow of magical energy is geometrically altered here and there, and I don’t under-
stand it, so I figured it was probably mechanical! Wow, it’s nothing like Rohngall’s or Touko’s
puppets... Amazing! I’ve never seen a cyborg before! Can you shoot a rocket punch? Maybe a
drill...?”
Hansa shook his head at the young man who had seen through his body’s peculiarities.
“My fists don’t fly off, and the drill’s a secret. One of my arms stretches up to three meters,
though, and it can launch grenades too. ...And, just between us, I’ve got a consecrated chainsaw
in my leg.”
Volume 4, page 121
Hansa explaining some of his mechanics. Not much to add.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
With a loud mechanical noise, Hansa’s right hand shot out at Jester. He was still gripping
the Black Keys — which he’d rematerialized — so his outthrust arm was like a razor-sharp fork.
It stretched out like a frog’s tongue to seize the leaping Jester. At the last moment, however, the
mechanical arm stopped just short of its target. Jester had instinctively twisted in mid-air and
put himself on guard, but he wore a relieved grin. Until...
Crack. Another mechanical noise rang out, the wrist on the end of the outstretched arm
opened, appearing to break, and something fired from the cavity inside.
“Wha—”
By the time Jester realized it was an explosive projectile, something like a grenade, it was
already too late.
The holy water-infused warhead had penetrated his abdomen, and exploded.
Volume 2, page 98
Hansa's arm can extend, and fire grenades capable of piercing straight into the arrow-proof Jester's skin.
No sooner had sounds of gunfire and explosions resounded from the surrounding area wi-
thout warning than a shockwave struck the building, causing damage in one of the guest rooms.
It luckily happened to be unoccupied, but the damage to the hotel’s reputation was unavoidable.
While the hotel staff were running around, unable to get an objective grasp of the situation...
the priest who had trespassed into the hotel through the damaged room was ultimately unable
to locate Jester.
He had completely erased his presence, and even his magical energy had completely cut
off. In its place were a number of injured people, who lay groaning on the hallway floor. They
had probably been roused by the sounds of gunfire from the direction of the police station, and
come out into the corridor. There were women and children among them, and some were blee-
ding from cut arms.
“Hey, are you alright?”
“Ngh... What...?”
Volume 2, page 101
The damage of Hansa's grenade sends a shockwave into the building 10 metres away, damages the room, and injures the people in the corridor outside the said room.
The Dead Apostle leapt over the vehicle, and ran up the side of the station building. The
priest gave chase without hesitation, joining in the vertical dash. Based on the fact that he left
deep wounds in the side of the building in his wake, he must have been using some device, but it
was still a feat no ordinary person could have imitated.
Volume 2, page 95
Hansa has mechanics in his legs that allow him to run up buildings.
Jester did not miss it. He stuck a hand out from inside the flame tornado, and grabbed hold
of Hansa’s arm.
“!”
“Got you!”
The Dead Apostle pulled Hansa toward him with far more than human strength, and lashed
out with his other hand to pierce Hansa’s neck. Jester was certain that his knifehand would put
an end to the executor before he had a chance to swing a Black Key with his free hand.
The next instant, however, his expectations were betrayed by Hansa’s unanticipated counte-
rattack.
Clang. A mechanical sounds shook Jester’s eardrums. A moment later, he realized that his
hand that had been holding Hansa’s arm had let go. Or rather, it had been pried off. A blade had
slipped in from somewhere and sliced off all its fingers.
“...!”
Jester took a large step back and glared at Hansa, who leisurely picked up a Black Key.
Then he saw it.
The priest’s sleeve was torn... and from beneath it sprouted a blade with the same properties
as a Black Key.
“Damn you... A prosthetic arm!”
“Didn’t I mention? Seven tenths of my body are consecrated gadgets for taking on monsters
like you.”
“I’m shocked. Who would have imagined that the Church had the technology?”
“The Church exists to guide people. Why wouldn’t it have the cutting edge in all technology
and mystery? Not that I’d know much about it.”
Volume 2, pages 94/95
Hansa's arms have blades hidden inside them, and he can use these blades to cut the fingers off of anyone who tries to grab him.
Super important information:
The chief aimed his gun up and fired, as if to signal a shift from defense to offense.
He wasn’t aiming at Assassin. He was aiming at the traps built into the ceiling of Orlando
Reeves’ police station — his mage’s workshop — around her.
The built-in magecraft activated, temporarily strengthening the barrier around the police
station lobby and isolating almost as thoroughly as if it had become another world. If a tank
were to open fire inside the lobby now, no one outside would hear a thing.
At the same time, several demon beasts and several dozen evil spirits were summoned around
Assassin, and pounced on the “intruder” the chief had designated with unmistakable hostility.
Should I make that priest a target too? The chief wondered, glancing toward a corner of the
lobby.
He could see the eye patched priest pouring coffee from a siphon on the reception desk into
a paper cup, apparently unconcerned with the situation.
No. He can wait.
Volume 2, page 66
He really likes coffee.
The scene that met Hansa’s eyes as he peered out from the church was the reverse of what it
had been moments before. Standing before Jack, who had gone back to being human, was a fiend
who had abandoned divine power and had now even ceased to be human. Although, to borrow
Jack’s words, it was certainly something humans had created. Probably, simply taking warped
human despair into himself made him nothing but “human,” no matter how his shape changed.
Hansa pondered such questions while sipping the canned coffee that had appeared unnoti-
ced in his hand. Because the area around the hospital’s water tower was in a blind spot from his
window, he had yet to realize that the hematophage he was pursuing was in the hospital. Even
so, he was on the highest possible alert.
“I see,” he muttered, narrowing his eyes. “So, this is the Holy Grail War — a battle between
Heroic Spirits.
“No wonder Father Kotomine is with God now. I’d better prepare myself for a lot, too.”
Volume 4, page 140
He likes coffee so much that he always has it on hand, even during servant battles.
“Oh-ho...” Jester, sensing a change in the atmosphere, momentarily halted his steps, and re-
laxed his lips. “I see. Determined to get in a hit as a human to the bitter end, are you? I’d had you
pegged as the type to grasp at life by relying on your Command Seals and using your Servant as
a shield. But your resolve won’t do you any good. Nothing will get through to me.”
Jester stifled a chuckle as he swung the couch up.
“I am curious about the Heroic Spirit behind you, but hey, I’ll just eat you and help myself
to your Command Seals. It would be impossible under normal circumstances, but as I am now I
can use two — no, up to five — Servants at—”
Splash.
Jester suddenly stopped in mid-sentence. He been showered with a black liquid from behind
without warning.
“...”
There was no need to wonder what the liquid was. The aroma clinging to his clothes was
enough to tell him that it was lukewarm coffee.
Jester turned with a dumbfounded look, and...
“Nothing will get through to you, huh?”
A few meters away stood a priest, holding a paper cup and flashing a fearless grin.
“The coffee sure did.”
When he saw that he was facing a priest, Jester wiped the smile from his face, and muttered
in annoyance.
“I see. You must be the overseer of this Holy Grail War.” He shook his head and sighed.
“Deplorable. I hastened to participate because I’d heard the Holy Church wouldn’t be invol-
ved, but it seems that in the end even this city wags its tail for—”
Splash.
The priest had waited for Jester to shake his head, and flung the remaining coffee at him.
“...”
“You talk too much, dead man.” The priest folded the paper cup, and tossed it into a nearby
trashcan. “If this was an opera or a musical, I’d want to cut about half your lines.”
Volume 2, pages 82/83
But, even if he really, really likes coffee, he's still willing to use it as a weapon of mass annoyance.
“Everything on black.”
Gilgamesh was seated at the roulette table again, betting as he had earlier. He was in the pro-
cess of amassing a sum that even the casino could not ignore, when a third party entered the fray.
“Me too; everything on black.”
Gilgamesh shot a sidelong glare at the man in the seat next to his, who had just placed a
mountain of high value chips on the table.
“What have we here? A remora out to steal my riches?”
“Hardly. I’m not interested in the money; I just hoped I could get you to share some of your
luck,” the man, who wore a gaudy eye patch, said with a broad grin. “I’ve got a big job after this,
and it’ll be a real shot in the arm.”
The next moment, the roulette ball landed on a black number, and another round of cheers
went up from the onlookers.
“Thanks, that’s my good luck taken care of. I’ll return the ‘riches’ to your garden later.” The
man grabbed chips of the same high value as Gilgamesh’s as he spoke.
I’ll return them to your garden.
Hearing that turn of phrase, Gilgamesh questioned the stranger:
“Oh-ho, eavesdropping on me talking to myself earlier, were you?”
“Talking to yourself ? You sure about that?” With an easy smile, the man turned his gaze to
Tine, who was still standing behind Gilgamesh. “It’s past midnight. Shouldn’t you let the young
lady there get some sleep soon?”
...!
Tine gasped at the sudden attention, but it appeared that she was still invisible to the dealer
and the other customers. She tilted her head in puzzlement at the eye patched man’s words.
“I see, it appears you are no ordinary mongrel. Name yourself,” Gilgamesh questioned, flas-
hing an arrogant smile. The eye patched man had caught his interest.
Volume 2, page 38
No matter what series he appears in, Gilgamesh's fetish for priests remains constant.
Conclusion:
Hansa is still a pretty fresh character, but he's pretty great so I wanted to cover his feats since after searching the site there's literally not a single battle made with this guy in it, which sort of sucks. In fact, there aren't many battles for Strange Fake characters full stop, which is strange (haha) considering they boast some of the most powerful servants to date (outside of Extra, anyway). I do have feats up to the current volume for all the servants, so somewhere down the line, I may make a couple of the ones with the most showings if I can be bothered.
But anyway, for a tl;dr on where I rate him:
- Supersonic combat speed
- Multi-toner
- Decently enhanced senses
- Room level mechanical enhancements
The above should place him somewhere in-between peak humans and the proper high street characters.
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