"Boy, someone's liable to get hurt," Freddie Jenkins said as he observed the sheer amount of flak flying through the air. In a different man, there would have been humor in that statement. Someone else would have been sardonic, rolling their eyes and talking out of the corner of their mouth. But to take one look at the massive and hirsute man, and seeing the furrows on his ridged brow, you would realize with a sinking heart that he was completely, utterly serious. There was absolutely no guile in the brutish man, who looked something like a grizzly bear crammed into a suit.

His eyes slowly took in the other people in the helicopter. He kinda liked the little guy who sounded a bit like Yosemite Sam- oh, wait, nevermind, now he's dead. Serious guy with some kind of machine gun or something, he seemed okay. And a giggling little goof with a sword. 

Freddie, better known as Cro-Magnum, didn't really like any of these guys. They didn't seem too strong, and he knew that obviously the strongest person was in charge of anything. That's why he couldn't say no to Malleus- the guy ran a whole company! He could probably punch mountains apart!

On landing, Cro-Magnum took his time exiting the helicopter. He had never ridden in one before, and it had been kinda fun. It was too bad he had to get off now. He looked around as he loped along, hunched over. Let's see- giggling little goof with a word was slashing up some gunners. Serious guy was being serious. Who even was shooting at them? He felt distinctly unwelcome. Cro-Magnum patted his twin belt holsters. Good, his guns were still there. If the rest of Baltimore was this unfriendly he might need them. Didn't they know to be nice to guests? That's what Mom had always told him.

If they didn't want to play nice, he was just going to leave. He started walking calmly away from the battle, hunched over to the part that his knuckles brushed the ground as he walked.

From out of the shadows, a Baltimore resident charged Cro-Magnum, screaming incoherent warcries as he raised a baseball bat. Cro-Magnum didn't even break stride as he swung a fist the size of a canned ham at the stay-behind. There was a wet crunch as the man's skull completely caved in. Cro-Magnum just kept ambling along. These people weren't very nice at all.