[b]WYOMING STREET[/b]

Smaller and nimbler than his bulky brother, Teucer was easily able to avoid the huge swings of the acidic hammer. While still enraged, the hero was able to think clearly and logically- he had been in enough dangerous, stressful situations to maintain that core trait.

Teucer was beginning to realize he was not at all prepared to fight this particular opponent. A different set of arrows and a different operational outlook would be necessary before he took on Acid Striker. Without those, he had little chance against the Caught thief. The nearby sirens convinced him.

He gracefully pirouetted out of Acid Striker's reach, then looked at the criminal with hate-filled eyes. “When next we meet, nothing in Heaven or Hell will be able to save you,” he spat, before throwing down several small pellets from a pouch on his belt. There was a series of small bangs, and the street suddenly began to fill with choking, acrid smoke. 

The sirens grew nearer.
[b]
THE PARKING GARAGE[/b]

“I'm sorry, are you real?” the Chairman asked, his broad forehead wrinkling in confusion as he heard Blitz Ranger's monologue. Lynch had been involved in organized crime for forty-five years, it took a lot to throw a normally unflappable man like the Chairman off his stride. 

He quickly recovered himself, though, as Mythica offered to fight the interloper as a demonstration. The gang boss nodded, producing a small but lethal Smith and Wesson Model 60 from his jacket pocket. “If you want help, say the word,” he offered to Mythica. The dozens of other gangsters present also trained their weapons on Blitz Ranger.
[b]
DOWNTOWN CLEVELAND[/b]

Chaos reigned in Public Square. Civilians ran for cover as Sea Bastard and his motley band of cutthroats fired indiscriminately into the crowd and explosions bloomed. 

The response was quick, thankfully. Well-armed units of the Cleveland Police Division, Ohio Highway Patrol, and National Guard had been dispersed throughout the business district just in case of something like this happening. Crown Victorias and Humvees began to arrive, rifles and machine guns were turned on the undead pirates. Radios all over the city crackled to life, summoning reinforcements. It took mere seconds to seal off the area, minutes to clear out the civilians. Public Square was turning into a battleground.

Not all the responders were conventional law enforcement, either. Grand Slam, late of Louisville, rushed into the fray swinging his enchanted baseball bat, which burned with magical fire and struck with the force of a pile driver. Dervish, Detroit's favorite superhero, rushed into the crowd of pirates at 200 MPH, cutting and slashing with twin scimitars. And Damselfly swooped over the corsairs on her rapidly beating wings, firing into their midst with a submachine gun.

Downtown was so flashy, so noticeable of a target that virtually everyone on the side of law was rushing there. However, other areas in the city were left critically unguarded as more and more reinforcements were called to the massive battle.

[b]SOCIAL MEDIA[/b]

[i]#Pokerface #GavinHardesty[/i]

“Cleveland vigilante Pokerface, confirmed dead last night, is strongly suspected to have been attorney Gavin Hardesty, junior partner at the prestigious firm Mueller and Young. Hardesty's family and friends have refused to comment.”

“Other vigilantes have stated that Pokerface expressed advance knowledge of last night's events. . .”