As the two overwhelmingly powerful beings face each other on the ground below, one of them starting to attack, a brilliant flash of purple light and a thunderclap sound atop a nearby skyscraper, with a small figure materializing at the origin point. A figure the size of a man, with a slight build, and an obscuring, black robe concealing all but the black metal boots, gauntlets, and blank mask he wore, with a hood draped over his head. Eyes like black holes shone through the eye-slits in the mask as the figure hovered a few meters above the skyscraper's rooftop, watching the confrontation below. He had foreseen this moment, and times his arrival to perfectly coincide with the beginning of the fight, having no wish to appear beforehand when the possibility existed of his presence distracting the combatants before he was ready. A thousand possible futures flitted through his mind's eye, each coinciding with a possible action of his own...he knew the potential outcomes. He had only to decide which one he would like to occur. Once again, he felt like a god, upon who's actions the fate of thousands did lie. But he would not interfere...not yet. It was not a god's place to interfere with the doings of his subjects, not until the right time had come. Not until his attention had been dragged down to earth for their sake, that he might smite them for their arrogance.
