[center][img]http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/NMShape/coollogo_com-8436315_zpsd02f9fa5.png[/img][/center] The media van’s wheels span before it lurched to life, and his ears seemed to burst as obnoxiously loud music filled the van, making it vibrate with bass. [indent][i][b]# Turn down for what! #[/b][/i][/indent] Isaac winced and looked across the van, he was sharing the back with a mousey brunette who was hugging her knees and praying to herself quietly. [indent][i][b]# Turn down for what! #[/b][/i][/indent] [b]“Hey!”[/b] Isaac yelled into the cabin. [b]“Turn it down!”[/b] The driver looked at Isaac in the rear view mirror and used the lyrics to respond. [indent][i][b]# Turn down for what! #[/b][/i][/indent] Isaac scowled and thought to himself just how bad he wanted something to hit. The world obliged. A demon bounced off the roof of the van. The two men in the front swore. The brunette in the back screamed. The man in black smiled. [indent][i][b]# Turn down for what #[/b][/i][/indent] A demon clawed at the driver’s window. Scratching the glass and providing enough pressure to crack the glass as it flew, attempting to keep pace with the van. The men in the front screamed at a higher pitch than the girl in the back had. The brunette looked at the open rear door, flapping and exposing her to the night. [indent][i][b]# Turn down for what! #[/b][/i][/indent] Loud clambering could be heard on top of the van. The men watched as the winged beast that terrorized them disappeared suddenly from view. Then they saw the mass in front of them. The driver hit the brakes. Hard. The Vigilante tumbled across the roof of the van, flew in front of the windshield and rolled several times along the road in front of them. He got to his feet with several grunts of frustration. He scowled back at the driver before looking ahead at the swarm of demonspawn. [indent][i][b]# Fire up loud, Another round of shots # # Fire up loud, Another round of shots # # Fire up loud, Another round of shots # # Fire up loud, Another round of shots #[/b][/i][/indent] They charged. Isaac turned back and shot a wink through his balaklava to the van, with a wide grin. He stepped forward and met the first with a heavy uppercut. [indent][i][b]# Turn down for what! #[/b][/i][/indent] The sound of paper tearing, as Isaac’s fist carved a deep hole across the first demon’s face. A claw reached across his torso, talons broke off just from the pressure of trying to slash the black clad hero. Two others attempted the same thing with similar results. The sounds of demons screeching in agony echoed throughout the city streets. [indent][i][b]# Turn down for what! #[/b][/i][/indent] Isaac unleashed flurries and combinations, slicing through the pack of devils. A scowl of focus and frustration crossing his face. There was no satisfaction in fighting these ghouls. They were like fighting paper tigers. No pushback. With no resistance, no punch really felt GOOD. Still, he made short work of those he came into contact with, but the sheer numbers... [indent][i][b]# Turn down for what! #[/b][/i][/indent] So many damn demons. And somewhere else more would be pouring through from their dark dimension with every passing second. [b]“ENOUGH!”[/b] He shouted. [b]“I don’t have time for this!”[/b] The surrounding demons paused, trying to figure out what to make of the outburst. [indent][i][b]# Turn down for what! #[/b][/i][/indent] [b]“Bring me your biggest ‘tank’!”[/b] the Vigilante bellowed, thick Terrarian accent masked by his voice modulator. Demons parted. They didn’t need to, the one who moved forward was 9 feet tall and clearly visible even with others standing in front of it. It walked towards his diminutive opponent in the clearing, looking down at him with a fanged leer. Its huge form eclipsing the moonlight. The two squared off for interminable seconds. [indent][i][b]# Turn down for what! #[/b][/i][/indent] The demon moved faster than Isaac could even see, suddenly it had him by both wrists. A dark sneer across its face. Under different circumstances Isaac never would have had a chance. But these weren’t those circumstances. Isaac matched its wicked grin with one smacking of sadistic glee. He quickly pulled his arms away, and the demons arms broke off from the strength of its own grip. It reared its head back and shrieked so loud it shattered the surrounding windows. Isaac reared back and gave an open hand chop to the beast’s neck. The demon’s head rolled along the asphalt, and the silence was deafening before the Vigilante broke it, the atmosphere palpable. [b]“THIS was your biggest ‘tank’...”[/b] He addressed the mob. Isaac booted the beheaded beast emphatically between the legs to another sharp-sounding tear. As demonspawn, the beast had no genitalia, but he felt his point was illustrated adequately. [b]“Not enough gun.”[/b] He spat with a sneer. [indent][i][b]# Fire up loud, Another round of shots # # Fire up loud, Another round of shots # # Fire up loud, Another round of shots # # Fire up loud, Another round of shots #[/b][/i][/indent] [b]“Get out. Now. All of you.”[/b] The final ultimatum was dropped. This was their last chance. Leave and keep what passes as a demon’s life. Back to hell, or cease to exist. The threat was unmistakable. It was a fair exchange, but there was one thing he hadn’t considered. Hell REALLY isn’t a very pleasant place. For anybody. With a roar, they charged. [indent][i][b]# Turn down for what! #[/b][/i][/indent] The pack descended upon him. Isaac threw quick combos, knowing he didn’t need much power behind any punch. Demons fell limp and motionless to either side, but the Vigilante was struggling to get himself space. The sheer numbers. The weight of evil. So constricting, and with every second there was more. [indent][i][b]# Turn down for what #[/b][/i][/indent] Isaac fired a grapple line up and out and pulled himself out. He swung in front of the van. A better position, for a second assault. The demons and Isaac faced each other off for another second before the demons made their final move. [indent][i][b]# Turn down for what! #[/b][/i][/indent] They scattered. Apparently they’d just realized they had a third option. This mortal was only one, and cursed with the regular mortal problems of mobility and flightlessness. Faced with a choice between destruction and deportation, they chose the third. Escape and hide. Isaac looked down the road, to the point where the portal changed the colour of the sky. He looked down at himself, apart from some tears to his clothing and grazes from being thrown off of the van he was largely unharmed. He shot the men in the van a look. [indent][i][b]# Turn down for what! #[/b][/i][/indent] [b]“Can you guys get me to Ground Zero?”[/b] The driver fired back. “Can you get US to Ground Zero?” A smirk crossed Isaac’s face. [b]"I think I’ll ride up top. You got any spare cables?"[/b] The guy in the passenger seat spoke up. “This is a press van. What do you think?” Isaac scowled at the sarcasm. “Yes, we have cables.” [b]“Good. I’m gonna quickly rig it to strap myself up top. Don’t hit the brakes so damn hard next time.”[/b] He shot the driver a look, which shrank the man into his seat. He opened the back doors and the girl in back handed him a reel of cable, smiling and brushing hair from her face. Isaac took the cable with a smile, before firing to the men up front [b]“And turn down the damn music!”[/b] He didn’t need to ask a third time. [indent][i][b]# Turn down for what! #[/b][/i][/indent] --- *Lyrics from [i]“Turn Down For What”[/i] Writer: Jonathan Smith and William Grigahcine Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing