In the city of Ankora, a woman screams. It's a common sound for most citizens of the corrupted metropolitan to hear, many women are targeted by the scum of the Earth, expecting most to be an easy mark. After the cry comes a quieter but just as disturbing sound of tearing fabric as five men begin to pull at their victim's clothing. In most cases, this would be followed by sobbing, grunting, sexual moaning, and finally the escape of a woman's last breath.

Not tonight though. Not as long as good men are willing to do what's right.

On the opposite side of the alley, a single figure stood wrapped in shadow. "Let the girl go," he told her attackers, standing firm. His posture clearly showed that he was ready for a fight with fists clenched in front of him.

"And do what? Fuck you instead? Sorry buddy, but I don't swing that way. My friend Billy here doesn't really care whose hole he's plugging with his-" the leader of the rapists began before being cut off by a sudden impact to the head. Whoever was standing the criminals down had thrown some sort of short, wooden stick at him and sent him to the ground in pain. Rising off the hard pavement, he looked back at the stranger with a rage-filled glare. "Alright, now we're going to put you in the ground asshat."

The five men charged at him with switchblades, lead pipes, and broken bottles, but still the figure stood unmoving and unafraid. Until they were only a couple feet in front of him. Suddenly another one of those short, wooden sticks appeared in one of his hands and blocked one of the incoming blows.

Another assailant stabbed forward with a broken beer bottle, only for his arm to be grabbed and his body pulled closer to the hero. A quick strike to the leg and the back of the head and he was down for the count. [i]Only four remain.[/i]

Next, the the largest of the group, who also was wielding the pipe, tried to make a swing at the stranger's rib cage. The weapon never made it to its target though as its user left his vital points wide open. [i]"A man can't breathe, he can't fight." Thank you 80s martial arts films.[/i] A lightning fast chop to the neck and the man was on his knees gasping for breath before a knee to the nose knocked him out cold. [i]Three.[/i]

His next opponent would be no where near as much trouble though as the thug threw a punch, leaving the hero a chance to flip him over his back and eat the concrete ground. [i]Two.[/i]

Turning to his last opponents though, he found both running away to the chainlink fence that cut through the dark alley. "Oh no you don't. You're not getting off that easy," the man said before finally stepping out of the shadows and into the light, revealing his blue uniform. The Blue Eagle sprinted toward the last of the perpetrators, grabbing them both by the collar of their shirts and slamming them into either brick wall. [i]And that's the last of them.[/i]

Walking toward the woman he had just saved from being raped, he held out a friendly hand to help her up. "It's alright, miss. You're safe now," he said to reassure and comfort her.

Instead of any sign of appreciation or thanks that one would normally expect to see from someone in her position though, Victor was met with a can full of pepper spray to the eyes, the only thing keeping him from going blind being the goggles on his mask. "Keep away from me, freak!" she shouted while running off into the street, leaving Blue Eagle alone with the men he had beaten up. "How typical."