[INDENT][INDENT][COLOR=DARKGRAY][color=white]"Ain't you worried someone'll come?"[/color]

The nasally voice sliced through the thick fog of silence that hung over the main foyer of Goldstein Family Trusts and Funds. The whiny pitch seemed to bounce between each of the columns supporting the vaulted, cathedral-like ceiling. It caused a wince among the small group of individuals. Each individual adorned with an animal mask, an attempt at an intimidating motif. 

[color=white]“Corpo-capes ain’t worried about shit like this,”[/color] Another voice replied, coming from behind a wolf-like mask that concealed the identity of the athletic framed man. 

[color=white]"They'd sooner let the bank's insurance sort this out than they'd risk us killing a couple o'hostages in a confrontation."[/color] Wolf laughed before continuing, [color=white]"And we all know, the Bull over there is on 'Lilith's PD's payroll, so they ain't showing up tonight either."[/color]

Glass suddenly rained down on the marble floors of the bank. Falling freely from nearly the full height of the pitched ceiling, IllAdvised braced for the impact with the hard floor. Pneumatic augmentations built into his armour let out a sharp hiss, the pistons decompressing upon the vigilante's landing. The sound of the mechanical components was lost to the cracking of the once glossy floor beneath his boots. Enveloped in the long black scalloped cape, IllAdvised looked like every incarnation of death poised to rain hell down on the Grimm Gang. 

[color=white]"Y-y-you said Corpo-Capes ain't worried 'bout this shit!"[/color] The Fox masked individual cried to the Wolf mask. 

Feral landed softly beside IllAdvised, in a crouched position. Compared to the younger vigilante, Feral barely made a noise. Feral leaned to one foot and checked his claws for dirt clearly not deterred by IllAdvsied's lack of acknowledgement. [color=D2691E]“Lemme see your moves, [i]akuma[/i].”[/color] Feral gave a sweeping gesture to the other set of masked men.

[color=white]"Those look like a fuckin' corpo-capes to you?"[/color] Wolf retorted while motioning towards IllAdvised.  [color=white]"That's fuckin'-"[/color] 

The words didn't make it from his snout before the end of IllAdvised's three-section staff caught the Wolf across his chin. The reinforced, titanium-alloy sections arced through the air before collapsing back into the former Maverick leader's hand only inches from Feral's face. The elder Maverick didn't even flinch, even leaning slightly forward to whisper.

[color=D2691E]“Ah yes—wasted movements. Cute,”[/color] before smirking and taking a step back to allow Chuck free reign for making his point.

[color=D2691E]“At the very least, let me join in.”[/color] He placed his cowl over his eyes. [color=D2691E]“Can’t leave a gal all dressed up with no one to stomp, now can you?”[/color] He poked Chuck on the shoulder and leaned over. [color=D2691E]“Besides, maybe you’ll be able to walk away from this one unscathed,”[/color] he teased. Though—Chuck’s shift away and pervasive silence told Maki that may have been a touch too soon.

Feral shifted his hands to his hips, [color=D2691E]“Ah, so it’s like that?”[/color] 

Behind the dark sockets of the Oni-inspired mask, Chuck ignored Maki's prodding whilst scanning the five gang members spread out in front of him. The one in the wolf mask was on the ground, it wasn't likely that he'd be getting up again. That left the cowardly fox, the bull, the hedgehog and the raven. Based on his cowl's scans of their HZEs count, every one of them was a Hyperhuman.

This was the fight that Chuck had been hungering for. 

Beside IllAdvised, Feral rolled his eyes, noting the slight hunch the younger man took. He now knew they were Hypes. [color=D2691E]“Oh come on—don’t give away how much you want it now. They’ll think you’re easy.”[/color]

Maki had smelled their power when the group first saw the Oni-inspired IllAdvised. The scent flooded his nostrils in response to their heightened fight-or-flight sense.

[color=D2691E]“You missed an opening.”[/color]

[color=white]"Oh, fuck this, fuck this!"[/color] The Fox suddenly cried,[color=white]"I'm out, I didn't sign up to deal with whatever the hell that is."[/color]

[color=white]"It's the Mavericks,"[/color] The Bull replied calmly before cracking his knuckles. [color=white]"I was hoping to get this opportunity."[/color]

[color=D2691E]“No—‘Maverick’. Singular. Just the horned one,”[/color] Feral waved away the ‘Bull.’ [color=D2691E]“You’ve still got no opportunity, or chance though.”[/color] His eye caught a flicker in the group, and Feral melded into the shadow, like ink returning to its pool of ichor. [color=D2691E]“I’ll let you tucker yourself out.”[/color]

[color=white]"Ain't just going to sit and wait my turn,"[/color] The Hedgehog suddenly piped up. Raising an arm, he clearly winced under his mask as small needle-like protrusions punctured through his skin. [color=white]"I'll turn him into a fuckin' Christmas Tree."[/color]  

Feral spoke into the comm link, behind the group of thieves, crouching sideways on a pillar. [color=D2691E]“Get ready for ‘em.”[/color]

Suddenly the Raven vanished from sight, causing IllAdvised to hesitate. It left long enough of an opening that the Bull began to charge towards him. The HZEs count on his HUD spiked, whatever the Bull was doing, he was using his abilities. A shower of needles came from IllAdvised's left, penetrating the top layer of his arm but ultimately doing little to actually impede the vigilante. 

[color=D2691E]“Never fully lean into the very first move, it’s usually a feint. Hm. Thought you knew that.”[/color]

[color=white]"Glitch,"[/color] IllAdvised growled, [color=white]"Attack pattern Eta."[/color]

From where Feral was hanging, a whir suddenly filled his ears as IllAdvised's cape detached from his armour's collar. Flying through the air towards the Hedgehog-masked Hyperhuman, it suddenly expanded before snaring the man and carrying him towards a pillar in the middle of the bank's foyer. 

Feral slid down from his inverted position on the pillar, turning to the ensnared man and comm link. [color=D2691E]“Kinda liked the old Eta better. This one’s just a move. I could have handled Porcupine.”[/COLOR] He patted the man on the mask before noting a rustle and launched himself to another pillar. He warned, [color=D2691E]“Beware the air.”[/COLOR]

[color=white]"Two."[/color] IllAdvised snarled before snapping his weapon toward the ground. The sections of his staff came together just in time to vault IllAdvised over the charging Bull. He failed to anticipate, however, the intervention of the Raven. 

The female gang member had turned invisible seconds after the Bull and Hedgehog had launched their coordinated attack. Flying through the air, she interrupted IllAdvised's vault, knocking the demonic-looking vigilante against the floor. Hitting the marble hard, IllAdvised groaned as a Feral let out a smart remark.

[color=D2691E]“And the Raven doth cry, ‘Nevermore!’”[/color] Feral chuckled over the comms. He was now leaning against a pillar to IllAdvised’s 9'o clock.

[color=white]"My turn."[/color] He grunted, the Raven's power flowing through him as the Maverick vanished from view.

[color=D2691E]“Don’t get personal,”[/color] Makarios warned the younger Maverick. Turning his HUD to infrared, IllAdvised spun his weapon around, the sections separating again before he swung the staff through the air. Coiling around the Raven's leg, the Demon of New Lilith yanked hard, pulling the Raven from the air and cracking her skull against the once smooth tile.

[color=D2691E]“Lil’ excessive,”[/color] Maki commented. He quelled the nauseous feeling in his stomach.

[color=white]"TESSA!"[/color] The Bull's angered cry echoed across the cathedral ceilings. Turning to face the charging Hype, IllAdvised let out a bored sigh and raised a pointed wrist. Tightening his fist, two prods fired, sinking into the Bull's chest before he lit up with ten thousand volts. Dropping to his knees, IllAdvised crooked his head to the side, before squeezing his hand and zapping the corrupt police officer again. 

The Fox-masked man eyed Feral from behind, having muted his presence with his abilities. This one must’ve been coaching the demon-faced guy from the shadows. Which meant he was probably the weaker one. Fox lunged for his attack.

[color=D2691E]“Necessary?”[/color] Feral questioned, he was closer to IllAdvised now.

[color=D2691E]"Hm?"[/color] He leaned forward before taking a quick step to the right and spinning on his heel. The Fox-masked man came down on empty air and the spin from Feral was enough to throw him off balance and he scrambled forward to catch himself.

[color=white]"Four."[/color] IllAdvised snarled. Suddenly, he raised a fist towards his shoulder, the armoured knuckles colliding with the Fox's face, as the other man stumbled towards IllAdvised. Falling to the ground with a final timid squeak, the Fox raised his hands to surrender all while holding his wrists to his broken and bleeding nose.

[color=white]"Five."[/color]

[color=D2691E]“Congratulations,”[/color] Feral told him.

[color=D2691E]“You took out five—four and a half— Hypes with minimal property damage using some of the worst form I’ve ever seen from you.”[/color] 

Feral looked at their skyward entrance, [color=D2691E]“You done pissing? Or should we square up so you can get this out of your system?”[/color][/color][/indent][/indent]