Slaying and Conspiracy

New York City. Beneath the towering skyscrapers, the metal giant swung his hammer down at Diana's head. He roared, "Amazonian Gods, a race that has long since fallen. If your father were here himself, perhaps I'd think more highly of you." The swinging iron fist smashed toward Diana's face in an instant. She could even smell the bloody stench on the hammer, so thick it was nearly tangible, suffocating her. But the expected pain never came. Instead, Diana felt a faint breeze brush past her. Then— Boom!