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November tried to not get distracted by the flaming hero flying in, all boisterous and loud. He even succeeded for the most part, tearing his eyes away from the scene the man was causing, and going back to searching for the Hounds' commander. What he could not ignore, however, was the massive fucking dragon made of water that the meta woman was presumably building. How... How did that even stay together? He watched it ripple and take a more solid form for a few seconds. Shaking his head, he turned back to the search, only to get welcomed by a Hound force coming up the alley to his right. 

Narrowly dodging a hail of suppressing fire, Nick leapt to the left, throwing himself against a brick wall. Drawing his first handgun, a Beretta M9, and dropping his spent MP5k, November quickly checked his gun over, and took a deep breath. As soon as the hail of fire paused, Nick stuck his head out and fired off two shots, dropping a Hound and then retreating. 

November was ready to repeat that, but he was rudely interrupted by the Hound commander, a Lieutenant by the looks of him, slamming him against the wall, stabbing a knife at his throat. Quick to react, Nick pushed his forearms against the Hounds', driving the knife away from his throat. Dropping his gun, he grabbed the man's forearms and tried to leverage the knife away, but the man was almost as strong as Nick himself, so that wasn't an easy task. 

The good Lieutenant apparently thought this a good time to speak up. "Those were my boys, you stooge, a lot of them were just kids! Why the fuck are you siding with the stooges and freaks?" November grunted, and kicking at the man's legs, knocked him over, ripping the knife from his hands, and reversing the situation. 

[color=MediumSlateBlue]"Sorry friend, I've got too much at stake to let your shortsighted hate anywhere near what I care about. I would say nothing personal, but that's not true."[/color] As Nicholas tried to drive the knife home in the man's clavicle, the Hound Lieutenant kicked him off, launching him backwards into the wall. As the first Hound rounded the corner, November leapt at the man, punching him first in the nose, then the throat, and afterwards, ripped the gun out of his hands, aiming the shotgun upwards, at the Hounds' chin. Pulling the trigger, Nick got some blood splattered on his face, and then backed away from the alleyway, opening up on the Hounds. 

The shotgun couldn't possibly have missed, in such tight quarters. The slugs scythed through them, like wheat.

Turning the long gun on the Hound commander, Nick had to turn the gun sideways to block the next strike with the knife, driving the blade upwards, and luckily, knocking it from the man's hands. However, he didn't have the space to turn the gun on the man, so he received two painful strikes to the face before he dropped it. The fight quickly descended into a bare-knuckle brawl between the two men, each killer trying to strike in the most painful or advantageous place possible.

After they had traded a few blows, the Hound charged forward, picking Nick up, and threw him to the ground, knocking the wind out of him, which he never quite got a chance to get back, since the man was quite intent on choking him out. "This is for my boys, you traitor."

November, however, pulled his Glock 19 from its holster at his hip, and aimed it up at the man's head. November felt the heat of the gas burn him, but at that same moment, the Hound slumped against him, blood smearing onto his face. Finally able to breathe again, November sucked in air that tasted like iron, and just laid there for a moment. Finally recovering, November rolled the Hound to the left, and free to move, stood up. 

There were more Hounds to kill.

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