It wasn't long before Cinder and Cyropath were attacked by tire-armored thugs. Desperate and drugged up mooks running towards their deaths. Cyropath pitied them and silently promised them a glorious death. Soon the entire streets was alive with traps and hazards meant to endanger everyone, but to Cyropath there were just a means to an end. [color=00aeef]Come on than! Let me release you from your suffering![/color] The first two mooks came at him with nail boards, but they were unceremoniously smashed into the ground by Cyropath's giant fists. That didn't stop the others one though who jumped onto Cyropath's back and tried to bash away at him. They wouldn't have done any better if they had real weapons. The only threat they made were weighing Cyropath down as more and more mooks piled onto him. But he didn't fret and instead ran towards one of the buildings. He crushed anyone in his way and when he reached the building he started to climb up it like king kong. A few of the mooks feel to their deaths but the others were still stuck onto Cyropath, some of them trying to hurt him, others who were stuck because their hands has frozen to his armor. Than Cyropath just jumped off the building and into the ground. He crushed the mooks under his body, staining his icy-blue body blood red.

That was about twelve bad guys in five minutes, but the entire street was still swarming with them. He wasn't sure what Cynder was doing at this point but it was safe to assume she's still alive and kicking ass, just not around Cyropath. He needed a more reliable way to get rid of all these thugs since just smashing them was taking too long. So he made use of some of the traps. As Cyropath carved a path of destruction through the mooks he headed to a flailing electrical wire trap. Once he was in range he dodged most of the wild swings, grabbed a mook, and used him as a glove so Cyropath could safely grab hold of the wire. Than using his giant strength he pulled out the entire electrical trap and swung it around like a flail, massively increasing his range as he continue to spin around and around. He killed at least thirty more mooks this way, either by frying them with electricity or just smashing them with the wires. And when things were starting to clear up he even took the time to nail one more bad guy by tossing the trap onto him, flattening him like an insect.

[color=00aeef]"Cool."[/color]