Ares
Ramsey

Ramsey sped past the police cars in pursuit, his car may be a beater but it still had a good engine, though the left side mirror flew off. At least this chase was a fun distraction something to keep him busy while any potential supers would arrive. Boston was an absolute bust, the only supers were crazy wannabes. They didn’t even put up a fight, between U-Turn man, and Bucket Boy, they were all very pathetic. It’s a wonder how Boston handled their crime, well they had good cakes. “Bar bar.. Bar?” The sirens grew louder as they closed in on Ramsey.

“I really need a bath, that hotel, if you call it that was disgusting. The water was black, just black. I’m starting to smell, and bad. Right after the bar, a shower. Definetly.”

The sirens grew weaker for some reason, but Ramsey was in luck, green all the way. Though it didn’t last long a man? In a knight suit, or something with a glowing sword, didn’t matter. As Ramsey brought the car to a halt. The car screeched as the brakes struggled to stop the momentum of Plymouth, stopping horizontally on the drivers side. The window rolled down slowly, as Ramsey peered out the open window, partly dazed. “SO?... You some kind of Renaissance Fair mascot? Or something, cause you look absolutely ridiculous.” The car door opened as Ramsey stepped out, he was rather well dressed wearing a pair of dress pants and shirt with suspenders. He rolled his fingers into a fist, as the leather of his gloves rubbed against itself. Taking a boxer's stance his fists were raised guarding his face. “You coming Princesss!”