Interesting responses, from all of them. The whims of the Entities, even the small fragments of them inhabiting these young Earthmen, were nearly ineffable.
Ophidian matched with a young girl who knew her sinister side and wished to tame it.
The Predator, a creature of wild lusts and passions, bonded to a girl whose love was creation.
Parallax, who fed on fear, bound to a lifeform just beginning to experience it.
Adara, to a boy bound in his cynicism.
Proselyte, to a boy already drowning in his need to make everything right.
Ion, to a girl who could well have been another one of Earth's innumerable lanterns.
And the Butcher to an Amazon who would kill the one who had first tamed it.
"He may well yet, Saishu," Ganthet said, diplomatically. "So long as his Corps directs its rage towards worthy targets, the Guardians hold an uneasy policy of ignoring him when possible. But confrontation seems inevitable."
He returned his attention to them all. "I would like for each of you to demonstrate for me, some of your abilities. Do whatever feels comfortable to you."
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