[center][b][u]Killing Joke, New Metropolis The Battle Begins![/u][/b][/center] There were about 50 men in all flooding into the warehouse. Always a warehouse. Probably because they were cheaper to acquire and own. Not to mention, the abandoned ones were a lot more neutral and hidden from the public eye. Of course, that made Harrison's job that much easier. But honestly, Harrison believed it was because bad guys and fools like this liked to think they were the protagonists, or antagonists, wierdos, in low budget mobster movies. Still as he continued to slam his hammers into the railing he soon let out a loud cackle. "Oh boys boys boys boys boys!" He called out just before leaped over down into the center of the crowd where the bosses were. "Don't all of you just wish you'd called in sick today?" He asked looking around through his domino mask. "Who the hell is this nut?" One of the leaders asked the other. Now obviously neither were the top of the mafioso food chain. That was probably the reason he received a hammer to the face almost exactly as he finished asking the question. Harrison who had done a complete 360 degree spin in swinging the hammer came to a stop with a small laugh. "I'm glad somebody asked!" He obviously didn't like being ignored by a dumbass who wasn't even cream of the crop member of the mob or whoever any of these guys were. "I'm the Killing Joke. Here to deliver the last punch line you'll ever here." That part was a lie. He usually didn't kill. The more he left alive the more his name spread and the easier some jobs became later on. Plus, more fun for him and less time wasted explaining. After a brief silence a burst of laughter came from the men in the warehouse. "Oh get outta here twerp." One brave soul said as he stepped up. "The hell's a runt like you gonna..." The man instantly stopped as he flinched the second Harrison swung. However, he and many others were surprised when the hammer didn't hit. "Oh yeah... That's what I..." The next words out of the man's mouth were quickly replaced by a dreadful scream of pain as Harrison's hammers slammed directly into his crotch in an upwards motion. First, the left and then the right to add to the excruciating pain, and just for good measure. "Welp. Time for the resta ya to go down!" Harrison laughed as he kicked the man down and immediately charged into the crowd. Not many of the men had guns. Probably part of the meeting agreement. Those that did began to shoot, but the shots that weren't dodged didn't stop him. Low calibur rounds. It'd take more than that to bring him down. Still this only managed to increase the fear many began to feel. They yelled. Soon 5! No 10! No 15! Yeah! 15 were already down as a man with about half a gallon of blood and and torn messy suit that he'd likely replace continued to come at them swinging hammers and dropping left and right. Yells and cries for help could be heard. Maybe it was Harrison or maybe some idiots wanting to avoid unwanted attention, but they were locked in here with him and he was sparing no expense in this beat down. --------------------------------------------------- [center][b][u]Nicolas Constantine, New Metropolis First Encounter[/u][/b][/center] Nicolas had honestly, all but given up on finding a way in without magic, until he heard a voice behind him. Now one might expect someone like him to be used to people popping up around him, but he'd been so involved in his thoughts as he tried to think of a quick AND discreet spell that the voice made him jump. "Bullocks! Ya tryin to scare me to death mate?" He asked quickly in a hurried voice as he turned to face the mystery man with whom the voice belonged. He looked him up and down for a moment before sighing. He was Stark, and he didn't seem like a demonic spirit or something of that sort. Although they rarely did give off the impression of being what they actually were, if that made sense. "Right then..." Nicolas took a moment to gather his thought. What he was about to do could turn out really good or really bad. "My name's Nicolas Constantine. A supernatural detective and self proclaimed, master of the arts, both dark and light." He said in a somewhat hurried manor. "I was doing a little dabbling in the art of divination when I picked up something weird. Really threw a wrench in my original plans, but I had to come and take a little peak." He as he glanced around. "Notice anything strange around here mate? Or could you perhaps be what I picked up?" He asked being a bit forward. The reason of course was that he didn't really think there was anyone else around here. He honestly didn't even think he was wrong in the slightest.