Kaze only thought of the way to proceed for all of thirty seconds before a frightening grin washed over his hidden face. [i]Why not do both...[/i] He thought before looking around. There was the typical debris on the ground, trash and bits and pieces of junk. An old aluminum hubcab caught his eye, snatching it up he looked up at the wires. With a flick of his wrist the disc of metal flew up and zipped through the lines, shutting the power down in the warehouse. The wires sparked on the pavement, melting it as it dragged along the ground. His tail coiled around a soda can before crushing it and wedging it under the door, a makeshift lock that the normal human couldn't force.

The panic within the building from the lack of any power made him chuckle quietly. Scurrying feet, the hurried clicks of flashlights, and yells to make sure everyone was still there. They were questioning if Batman was in the area. The behemoth shook his head as he forcefully sealed the loading hatch with chains lingering on either side of it. At most they'd get a couple inches up but no more. His ears flicked at the footsteps on the other side of the building, the secondary loading hatch that would have led to a ship. That same odd fluid movement and he was blurring around the building, his enormous stride chewing up the distance.

They were already getting the bay to open once he arrived. A quick slap of his palm sent the door sliding back into its closed home. This of course scared the people silly, and also pissed off a few of the more volatile ones. The sounds of slapping gave him the inkling that they had just patched up. "Poor humans...needing drugs to contend..." He murmured, his unnaturally deep voice carrying easily. The door got dented from numerous punches of Venomed up junkies.

Once the doors were blasted open the un-venomed crew opened fire with pistols. The small caliber bullets pinged off the cloaked beings body, ricocheting back into the warehouse. "What the hell is it wearing to do that?!" One of them hollered while they emptied their clips into Kaze. More damage was done to his cloak than to him. "Not a damn thing..." He growled as the Venomed thugs charged. A disorganized charge which the giant easily read. Snorting he met the first man, drawing his fist back for a hay-maker, with a simple shoulder to his sternum. The muscle-bound venom user was sent tumbling back with a loud crack as his ribs snapped.

The others were to juiced up to really pay attention. Only three of them were left, the fourth laying on the ground trying to learn how to breath again. One of them lunged low while the other swung high, the pair seemingly coordinating this time. The reptilian man dug his claws into the ground, anchoring himself and stopping the lunge dead. His hands were moving, slapping aside the wild punch before a resounding smack to the mans head sent him bonelessly to the ground. Only the whites of his eyes showing thanks to being knocked unconscious.

"If you had been Bane himself I might have had to worry...but you're all small fries." He rumbled as the normal humans started to inch towards the edge of the building. Lifting up the Venomed man that still had a hold of his waist, acting as if he were a child latching onto his leg, and hurling him bodily into the cluster of gang members. One person was still unaccounted for, the final Venom user. This one had wised up and cracked Kaze across the back of his head with a heavy metal pipe.

His head snapped down from the force of the blow and his eyes narrowed. Slowly lifting his head back up he let out a roar of anger. Something that sounded completely prehistoric and animalistic. Whipping around he caught the pipe mid-swing and gave the Venom user a powerful uppercut into his chin. Snapping his head back and shattering his jaw while sending some teeth flying out of his face. While the man was in mid-air, and his hold on the pipe loose, he used the hunk of metal to hammer him back into the unforgiving asphalt.

Snarling and snapping his teeth he tossed aside the pipe before stomping his way to the pigpile of minions. Each step made the tar beneath him crack and crumble, such was his anger at getting hit hard enough to actually hurt. His crimson eyes glowed within the confines of his hood as he glared down at the struggling and arguing people. "Where is Bane or his hostage." He growled, some smoke trickling from the darkness of his hood.

"W-we don't know! We're just middlemen! Flunkies!" One of them yelled, terrified of the giant in front of him. Kaze leaned down and sniffed loudly, each exhale had an acrid stench to it that no one could really place but smelled vaguely familiar. "You're not lying...Are there any bases near here?" He questioned, cooling himself down so he didn't butcher the whole lot of them.

"N-no, he has us spread out. So if one group is caught the others still function." The same man said, trying to gain some favor by letting out more information than was asked. Nodding Kaze gathered up a length of chain from these bay doors before getting all of the mooks, venom users included, in a group and binding them with the chain. With a frightening amount of strength he force welded the links together. Without missing a beat he searched their pockets and snagged their phones. Using one of them he dialed the police.

"I have a group of Venom pushers and users at the docks. No I don't know which one, I'm from out of town." He said before hanging up and tossing the phones into the black waters. Now he needed to find another cluster. With a loud snort he was off once more, that animalistic run back towards the towers of Gotham.