[center][img]http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/NMShape/coollogo_com-8436315_zpsd02f9fa5.png[/img][/center] “Oh not much. Now, what do you say we put these dogs down for good.” Lyger said. Isaac flashed a white grin through a black balaklava that showed he could imagine little better. The pair ran out of the back alley and… ...directly into a pack of black garbed Hounds dressed similarly to the Vigilante. Beyond that Hound stormtroopers with high powered weaponry and black visored helmets. [b]“I’m getting pretty sick of you low grade, bigoted shit-heels biting my style…”[/b] Suddenly a red mist swept through the junction, Hounds fired out of surprise. ...or they tried to. The mist ate away at the soldiers metallic firing pins, knives, blades, the guns themselves. Isaac chuckled and pulled his sticks. [b]“Carbonite nightsticks. No rust. Never bite the dust. Unlike present compan-- Hey!”[/b] Lyger was in no mood for sitting through this man’s endless talk. These people had done too much damage. This was too important. He charged and immediately took the fight to the Hounds, flying with kicks and claws. Isaac quickly followed, throwing powerful shots with the nightsticks, and reading and counter-punching. He cut a path through the men like they were nothing. These people were trained, but if anything it harmed them. It was like they’d all sat through a 3 hour class of how to fight like him. He could read every opening move like a book, slip and counter appropriately. Meanwhile Lyger was having his own fun, he fought a more chaotic style. Rode his metahuman athleticism, was acrobatic in ways that Isaac couldn’t imagine. He’d throw flying kicks and elbows, claw thrusts everything came natural and somewhat raw. Isaac was mostly grounded, but balanced. He’d thrash kicks at joints, stomp in a kneecap, but would mostly throw combinations, occasionally he’d grab a falling Hound and use him to shield from others advancing and then throw his human shield away to clear himself more space. The pair were having no problems with these footsoldiers. Especially with firearms out of the equation. Isaac looked across to see how others were handling. Spotting someone he’d later come to know as Pantheon showing reckless disregard for life, Isaac growled out in shock. [b]“He’s killing too many of them…”[/b] Lyger was busy and not in earshot. His own fight taking him some distance away, and unable to be heard over the din of the conflict. Isaac yelled and pointed. [b]“He’s killing too many of them!”[/b] Lyger looked up, he kept fighting but he had his attention now. [b]“How do you think they got so many units here so fast?! Why do you think they haven’t nailed this place with their goddamn satellite weapon yet?!”[/b] Isaac threw another combo, dropping four more Hounds. Lyger kept himself clear as well. [b]“They’re based around here! They don’t want to hit their own people if they can!”[/b] The pair fought on, buying more time to holler to one another. “What’s your point!?” yelled Lyger. [b]“Everyone he kills gets us that one person closer!”[/b] More pummelling. “Closer to what!?” Isaac stomped a Hound’s kneecap in, whose leg spasmed underneath him and he screamed. [b]“Pipe down… I’m talking to my mate here… ACCEPTABLE LOSSES!”[/b] At that very moment he saw a blue and silver streak shoot skyward. The pair of street level heroes spent a moment watching him soar. Then resumed pummeling Hound troops’ whose numbers were now starting to dwindle. “Ah shit..!” [b]“Yeah! That’s not a good sign..! Hold on!”[/b] Isaac started working for space again, taking more time to break individual Hounds down with specific care. [b]“I’m going to get us some answers!”[/b] He managed to work himself some time to square off one on one with a likely sort, one of the Hounds storm troopers who had a full-face helmet. [b]“Where’s your base?!”[/b] [color=630460]“Go to Hell!”[/color] [b]“Only if God sees how bad I’m about to beat you…”[/b] he fired back through his voice modulator, another bright white leer contrasted against his black balaklava. The Hound stepped in and led with a straight right, the Vigilante caught his hand and pulled, dragging the trooper off balance, before bringing an elbow up caching the bottom of the helmet and snapping his head back. The Hound was stunned and that was all Isaac needed. He grappled, pinned his arm back and growled in his ear, applying strong pressure on the arm at both shoulder and elbow. [b]“Last chance… where are you based? Or you lose the arm, first at the elbow then I’m going to pop your damn shoulder! Tell me! Because someone here will, and I’ll have made you lefthanded for no reason!”[/b] The response held a sense of resignation in the soldier’s voice, but not for the reason he’d hoped. It was the sound of someone who knew he’d made a terrible mistake and that intense pain was now going to be coming his way. A sound of a believer taking penance. [color=92278f]“F--Fuck you!”[/color] Isaac sighed deeply. It sounded like wind blowing across a megaphone through his voice modulator. But it was a comparable pregnant silence compared with what was about to come. Isaac gave a violent yank on his arm, felt a crack and it was immediately followed by a loud shriek, muffled only slightly by the helmet. [b]“Where. Is. It?”[/b] More screaming. “Damn it…” Isaac thought to himself. [b]“WHERE?! The shoulder!”[/b] Isaac yelled to be heard over the screaming. More screaming. Another Hound tried to intercede. Isaac kicked him in the face, inadvertently putting more pressure on the wrecked elbow. A horrific bellow came out of the trooper’s helmet. [b]“Last chance! Where are you based? Or the shoulder goes.”[/b] Wheezing, muffled cries of pain and he was pretty sure the man had wet himself. None of these were the answer he was searching for. Isaac applied heavy pressure, to the man’s back and with a sudden effort felt the shoulder pop. Less screaming, more shrieking. The trooper’s pain receptors had to have been ablaze. [b]“Talk, dammit!”[/b] He yelled, now starting to sound desperate himself. He was fast running out of options. [color=f26522]“Get off him, you mutant filth!”[/color] The Hound he’d kicked in the face yelled, getting back to his feet. [b]“Where is it!?”[/b] Only screaming, followed by a series of shallow breaths. “Shit, too much. He’s going into shock.” Isaac thought to himself. He walked over to the new Hound threat and kicked him in the stomach, winding him and buying him some more time. He returned to the Hound trooper and did him the ultimate mercy; with a solid kick to the head he dropped him like a sack of spuds. [b]“Where?!?”[/b] He screamed, getting really close to the fallen trooper. The forced rapid breathing had slowed and there were no whimpers. He was unconscious, that much he was sure about. He rolled the trooper over and lifted him by the helmet. [b]“Either of you! Last warning! Where are you based!?”[/b] [color=f26522]“Go to Hell, you meta psychopath!”[/color] Isaac stared the second Hound right in the face, and with a crazed glare and grin he laconically corrected soldier. [b]“Not a metahuman. Just a concerned citizen.”[/b] And with that he gave a hard twist and turned the entire helmet around with both hands and dropped the trooper to the ground. [color=f26522]“Jesus fucking Christ! You just-- you just snapped his God damn neck!”[/color] Isaac strode over to the other Hound. Who started to scurry away on the seat of his pants. [b]“Where… are… you… based?”[/b] [color=f26522]“Please! I have a family! Are you kidding me? You can’t-- Really? You’re human?”[/color] Isaac slapped both hands on either side of the terrified Hound’s face. [b]“There’s plenty more of you. One of you WILL talk. Don’t make this have been for nothing. Like I told him… Last warning now…”[/b] The Hound footman started to cry. [b]“Where are you based?”[/b] The slow steady nature of the Vigilante’s voice was truly terrifying. [color=f26522]“We-- We have a massive complex by the waterfront in Carver. Please don’t kill me. Please. It’s-- it’s not far from the bridge to Brooksdale. By the docks. I’ve forgotten the quay number now. But you’ll-- you’ll know it when you get there. Please don’t do this…”[/color] Isaac let go of the man’s face. [b]“Thank you.”[/b] He started to walk away. He stopped by the fallen trooper and bent down. He pulled the helmet off. The trooper was wearing it backwards. The Vigilante had subtly unstrapped the helmet earlier when he last checked on the unconscious man and screamed in his face. He walked back to the Hound who talked and threw the helmet firmly into the chest of the Hound who had talked. [b]“Catch!”[/b] He caught it with two hands, getting knocked slightly off balance. Isaac dropped him with a heavy right hook. He turned to where Lyger had been, but he was already gone. The Vigilante ran to his car. Icon may have been going after the gun, but Isaac was going for the finger at the trigger. He pushed his car to the limit, squealing tyres and leaving rubber on the corners. As he was crossing the bridge from Little Sicily he caught a glimpse of the Iron Knight’s metallic form jetting overhead. If the fight in Sherman Square was anything to go by, he wouldn’t be alone.