[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/yKiyn0i.png[/img][/center] Kyle was seething. He came home from doing some errands and was looking to spend the afternoon with Sam. They had both been busy as of late, and hadn’t spent nearly as much time together as either of them would have liked. Between Sam’s gig at the Lost Haven University radio station, and the Hounds of Humanity, neither of them had much time for anything. However, today Sam was to finish early at the station, and he had a clear schedule for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime. He had stopped off at Sam’s favorite place in town, Ernie’s Deli and picked up her favorite sandwich; a spicy Italian sub with all the fixings, and a Buffalo chicken sub for himself. He figured that they would eat their subs and then go and do something together. He figured maybe they’d take a trip to the coast and go to Crystal Cove, one of Sam’s favorite swimming spots. Although the water would probably still be a bit cold for swimming, it was still a beautiful place with views that rivaled any place on the East Coast. However, when he came home, instead he found Sam laying face first on their bed sobbing loudly. He had tried talking to her, trying to get her to tell him what was wrong, but all he got was an unintelligible garble of nothing. Finally, after several tries, he was able to get the words “attack,” and “school” out of her. Eventually, she was able to calm down enough to tell him what had happened. The Hounds had launched an attack on LHU, and a number of students and staff had been injured or killed. Kyle grabbed a hold of her and held her close to him. He guided her back down into a laying position and lay down next to her, cuddling her tightly while telling her that everything was going to be alright until she cried herself to sleep. He laid with her with his arms wrapped tightly around her, listening to every breath and every whimper. With each passing moment his rage grew, until finally he couldn’t take it anymore. He gently kissed Sam on the back of the neck and careful not to disturb her, he crawled off of the bed and as quietly as possible, he left the house. [center]***[/center] “You’re taking this personally.” Harry said as Kyle pulled the mask over his head. “They attacked the school. Sam could have been killed. You’re damn right I’m taking this personally. It’s about time someone did.” Kyle responded to his mentor. “I’m just saying that you have to think clearly. You can’t let your anger cloud your judgment.” Harry told him. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m thinking very clearly.” Kyle retorted. “I wonder if I’m the only one who is.” “Sorry?” Harry asked, unsure what his protégé meant. “It’s time to end them.” Kyle said simply. “Kyle, that’s easier said than done. You might be able to put some of them in jail, you can disrupt their leadership, but it’s an entire ideology that you have to fight.” Harry began. “They’re escalating Harry. They aren’t just hitting meta hot spots anymore. They’re going after anything and anyone they can. They put Arthur in a coma, they hit the school. What’s next?” Kyle said angrily, pausing for a moment before continuing. “Putting them in jail sounds like a real good start.” Kyle said simply as he climbed on the motorcycle that he’d been using since the Hounds destroyed Kaiju and took off into the night. [center]***[/center] It had been a quiet night for the most part. Lyger had searched in vain for any sign of the Hounds of Humanity. The fact that they were keeping to themselves wasn’t much of a surprise to Lyger. The Hounds of Humanity were cowards. They attacked a bunch of unarmed kids and college staff earlier in the day, and now that the heat was on, now that they were being sought out, they were nowhere to be seen. Or so it seemed. The guilt Lyger felt at having left Sam alone at the house had finally begun to become unbearable, and with no sign of the Hounds anywhere in Crown Ridge, he was about to give up for the night. He took one last look from his perch atop the old Majestic Theater, and then he saw them. There were two black vans, very similar to the ones that had come after him just a few nights before. “Got you.” He said as he dove from his perch, and with a well placed grapnel line, guided himself safely to the ground, where he pulled the motorcycle, which he had discretely hidden away beside the old theater, and took off in pursuit of the vans. He was tempted to attack the vans, however, he decided to follow them instead. Perhaps they would lead him to their headquarters, and then he would be able to take out the entire cell. So he hung back, far enough away that he wouldn’t get their attention, but not so far away that he’d lose sight of them. He followed them for over a dozen blocks without incident. The drivers didn’t seem to notice that they had a tail, or they didn’t care. Though, due to the apparent lack of activity coming from either van, Lyger figured that he hadn’t been seen. The vans drove on for another quarter of a mile before they pulled in front of Tom’s Liquors, a beverage store that had been known within Crown Ridge for the rough patrons that it catered to. Knowing that he had finally found the trouble that he’d been looking for, Lyger tensed as he accelerated on the motorcycle toward the two vans. Before he got there, he saw the doors open and four or five men get out of each van, each man adorned in the black body armor that had become synonymous with the hate group, and armed to the teeth. He wasted no time, jumping from the motorcycle as he reached the terrorists, striking the first with a kick to the chin, shattering his jaw and knocking several teeth from the man’s mouth. As he landed, he swept the legs out from another, the move caught the man off guard and caused his head to bounce hard off of the sidewalk. Two more Hounds rushed toward him. The first was met with a stiff kick to the solar plexus, which knocked the air out of the man. Before the man was able to crumple to his knees, Lyger grabbed the man and spun around, putting him in a rear choke hold before turning the man, swinging him around in a manner which caused his legs to kick out and strike the second attacker in the face, and in a single fluid motion he drove his captive face first to the concrete, followed by a swift punch to the back of the head. He then rose to his feet just as the second attacker had regained his wits and struck at him with the butt of his rifle. However, Lyger caught the weapon in his hand and pushed it off to the side, hitting the attacker with a rising uppercut, which knocked the man on his back. Lyger quickly straddled the man, and with a swift right hand to the side of his face, knocked the man unconscious. As he got to his feet and was about to take the fight to the Hounds that had already gone inside the store, the storefront windows suddenly exploded, showering the hero in a cascade of flying glass. The concussion of the blast sent him flying back several feet and landing in a heap in the sidewalk. The sudden shock of the blast had surprised him, however, it only took him a moment to recover. Lyger quickly got back to his feet and as he entered the store he found the remaining Hounds all laying unconscious scattered about the store. The only one standing was a frightened young man who looked to be in his mid twenties. From what Lyger could tell, if there had been some sort of “explosion,” this man was likely the cause. “Thanks…sorry.” The disheveled man said before taking off toward the back of the store, where he disappeared behind an employee door. Lyger had every intention of going after the man, however, the sounds of police sirens were approaching, announcing the impending arrival of Crown Ridge’s finest, which meant that Lyger couldn’t be there when they arrived. So instead of giving chase to the young man, he instead left through the front entrance, where he hopped on his motorcycle and fled the scene just as he was starting to see the blue and white lights of the police cruisers beginning to approach.