[Center][b][u]11:50 PM, January 30th, 2026 Las Vegas, Nevada[/u][/b][/center] Ah, good ol' Las Vegas. Lots of pretty bright lights and loud noises to distract people from the darker underbelly. And, boy, was this underbelly giving Arsenal a workout. For the past week or so, it's been back-to-back crime sprees. Your normal stuff like muggings and robberies, but then a bit of drug lab raids and gang-related shootouts. Leo's mornings were completely devoted to making more arrows to compensate with all the ones he'd been using up. But the amount of [i]BANK[/i] he was making with this amount of stream time was immense, especially with that new code putting a stop to premature ends. He even saw a few of his fans on the strip, when they saw him on a rooftop and called out. Sure, they were stream-sniping, but Arsenal didn't sense any malicious intent, so it was cool. Always nice to meet a few fans, sign some stuff. It was just about the end of the broadcast. Arsenal hadn't found anything for a solid half an hour, and he was starting to run low on arrows from the last few run-ins. He took the camera off the chest harness and turned it to him, addressing the fans. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Ah, jeez, that was a fun time, don't you guys think? Bringing bad dudes the taste of justice with a high-powered bow never gets old. That being said, nobody's showing up, and I'm running a bit low on arrows. So, without further ado, I hearby end-"[/b][/color] An explosion goes off a few blocks behind him, the camera catching the light and smoke. People are heard screaming in droves. Arsenal looks in the general direction of the commotion and turns back to the camera. [color=9e0b0f][b]"... Well, nevermind, I guess."[/b][/color] He re-equips the camera and starts booking it over to where the screams are coming from, leaping from rooftop to rooftop. After a few minutes, he finds the source: a lot of debris covering what used to be the entrance to a hotel/casino named "The Tops". People were wounded, trapped under rubble, or just dead. Arsenal could hear the sirens in the distance as he made his way to the side of the building. The emergency door on this side, surprisingly, was sealed, seemingly welded shut. That doesn't bode well. Arsenal started climbing the side of the building, grabbing nooks and crannies in the architecture, before making it to a hotel room balcony. As he climbs over and heads in, he makes a snide remark. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Well, this might be a challenge..."[/b][/color] [hr] [Center][b][u]12:00 Midnight The Tops Hotel and Casino, Second Floor[/u][/b][/center] Arsenal opens the hotel room door and steps out into the hallway. Looked deserted enough. People were probably spooked. Arsenal walks towards the elevator and narrates to the camera. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Looks like we're about to get into the action soon. Don't know what we're gonna find, but it sounds extremely dangerous. Again, I'll ask the children and faint of heart to stop watching at this point."[/b][/color] He unholsters one of his pistols and presses the elevator button. After a short bit of waiting, it opens, revealing 5 armed men in body armor with bandanas covering half their faces. There's a short pause as Arsenal and the 5 men stare in silent surprise at each other. [hr] [Center][b][u]12:05 The Tops Hotel and Casino[/u][/b][/center] Arsenal listens to [url=https://youtu.be/Ef5OkxZkGck]the elevator music[/url] as the elevator descends. It hits the ground floor with a [i]DING,[/i] and he steps out, leaving behind the crumpled bodies of the 5 men, one of the with an arrow in his chest falling out of the door, the sliding door hitting him at regular intervals. He unholsters his second pistol, making his way through the empty lobby. He'd heard voices coming from the Casino floor. As he neared the source, he could make out the voices more clearly: [b]"Now you listen here, you gaddamn sack o' shit. You own this establishment, right? So you're gonna take me and my boys to where you keep the money, or we're gonna start firing indiscriminate-like into that crowd."[/b] [b]"Whoa, whoa, l-let's keep this in the groove, hey? Smooth moves, like smooth little babies..."[/b] Great. Hostages. As Arsenal approached closer, he saw a man standing at a corner with his back to him, wearing body armor and a bandana. Perfect. He'll just take a hostage of his own. Can't be more than 10 guys in that room. He'll be able to take them all out even if they don't care about the captured member. Arsenal turn the corner and put a gun to the man's head. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Don't move! I'll-"[/b][/color] As Arsenal looked past the thug, he'd seen the hostages all grouped in a crowd, what seemed to be the owner of the casino held at gunpoint by another criminal wielding a revolver and wearing a hat, and by his count, about 30 or 40 other goons, all staring at him. [color=9e0b0f][b]"... Oh."[/b][/color] The Cowboy spoke up. [b]"Well, looks like we got ourselves a Hero. HUGH!"[/b] [i]GRAB[/i] Before he could react, Arsenal found himself grabbed and pulled back by a huge pair of hands, causing him to drop his pistols as he was lifted into the air. This guy had to be 7 feet tall and over 300 pounds of muscle. Next thing Arsenal knew, he was flying through the air, crashing through a window and into some sort of entertainment command center, bouncing off a console and hitting the floor. Okay, okay. He wasn't expecting that many guys. His guns are gone, but he still had his bow and a few arrows left. Maybe he could use one of his- [i]STOMP[/i] "Hugh" had returned and planted a boot on Arsenal's back, grabbing the limbs of the archer's bow and pulling back in just the right spot, causing the bowstring to start choking Arsenal. Arsenal can sense a MASSIVE amount of killing intent coming from this guy. Looks like it's one of those moments where you know you may or may not die. Arsenal chose the latter. He quickly pulled the knife from his vest and cut the bowstring. He'll fix it later. The limbs, no longer held back by the string, released the built up energy by shaking, surptising Hugh for a moment. Arsenal turned and stabbed the man in the leg, causing him to scream and recoil, allowing Arsenal to get back up and shank him a few more times in the gut. With a final motion, Arsenal kicked out his good leg and slammed the thug's head into a nearby console, finishing him off. [url=https://youtu.be/G1SjAHs9YIA]Music[/url] began to play throughout the casino floor. Guess Hugh's head must've hit play. Arsenal's head began to fill with thoughts of [i]OPEN FIRE,[/i] so he figured now was a good time to hit the deck and book it, just in time for a barrage of bullets to fill the air as dove out of the command center and hid among the vast slot machines. [b]"Spread out! Find that Sonovabich!"[/b] Arsenal creeped around the aisles, and he saw a gun barrel of one of the men just around the corner. He rushed forward, pinning the man against a slot machine. Arsenal grabbed the lever and slammed as hard as he could into the thugs face, knocking him out as his landed in the chip receptacle. [b][i]7-7-7[/i][/b] Chips poured all over the back of the thugs head as the Jackpot sounded, giving away Arsenal's location. As another goon rounded the corner, Arsenal grabbed a handful of chips and threw them at the thug's face, disorienting him long enough for Arsenal to tackle the man into a craps table, taking a metal dice cup and slamming it repeatedly into his head, taking him down. Instinctivly, Arsenal grabbed the croupier rake from the table and turned around, spotting another goon turning the corner. He knocked the rifle out of the thug's hands, using the rake as a staff, and began beating the bandit with it. Another henchmen, behind a poker table, readied his rifle and started firing at them. Arsenal held the rake at the thugs neck and used him as a shield as he approached the new enemy. The armor he wore helped in that regard, but he was definitely gonna feel that later. [i]RELOAD[/i] Arsenal threw the rake and goon to the side, running full speed at the man, vaulting over the poker table and dropkicking him, knocking him over. Taking opportunity, he quickly finished reloading the rifle, chicken-winged the man as he started to recover, and threaded the rifle through his arm, creating a human shield. This is when the rest of the henchmen finally started coming out of the walls. Arsenal never wasted a shot. They'd pop out of cover, fire in his general direction, and he'd take them out with one, maybe two. Accurate Semi-Auto beats inaccurate Full Auto. He'd been shooting so quickly, his human shield hadn't even been hurt yet. [i]SURROUND HIM[/i] He quickly released his shield to reload, spinning him around to disorient him. Before the thug can react, Arsenal wraps the rifle sling around the guy's neck and twists the rifle around, resting it on his shoulder. The other henchmen all come out at once appearing in a large circle around them, opening fire on the duo. Arsenal spins them both around as he fires, taking down someone everytime he pulls the trigger. His human shield takes a few hits, but nothing the body armor can't handle. By the end of it, him and his shield are the last ones standing. Arsenal unwraps the sling and hits the thug with the rifle butt, sending him to sleep. He throws the empty rifle to the side and starts to make his was back to the showroom where the hostages were. [i]FIRE[/i] As Arsenal returned to the showroom, he dove behind a showcar just as a bullet whizzed by. A couple more pinged off the car as he sat behind it. [b]"So, you're some-sorta marksman, aintcha?! Well, pardner, I fancy myself a gunslinger as well!"[/b] Arsenal looked over to the nearest cover, a display case with what appeared to be a metal coin styled as a poker chip. Waiting a moment, he ran out of cover and got a look at who was shooting him. It was the cowboy, a few dozen feet away, with his own human shield: the casino owner. Between him and Arsenal, the crowd of hostages all laid on the floor, not wanting to catch a bullet. The Cowboy fired, Arsenal dodging the first he knew was coming, but an unexpected second shot from a second revolver was already waiting for him where he dodged, grazing Arsenal in the arm. He dove behind the case, bullets shattering the glass. [b]"I got you all figured out, boy! You aint gonna dodge for long!"[/b] This guy was good. And he was right. Arsenal didn't have any weapons. The next time he popped out of cover, he was going to get shot... He saw a serving tray discarded on the floor near his cover, but it was too far out for him to grab. Think, thinkthinkthinkthink... ... [i]DING[/i] Arsenal grabbed the coin from the case above him, retracting his hand just as a couple of bullets flew past. He weighed it in his palm, flipping it a few times between his hands before flipping it up and catching it. He has this in the bag now. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Hey, Texas Red! What's the most you've ever lost on a coin toss?!"[/b][/color] [b]"The hell you talkin about?!"[/b] Time seemed to slow as Arsenal ran out of cover, aiming his shot. The first gun fired, and Arsenal flipped the coin at the second, narrowly dodging the first bullet as he ran to the tray. As the second gun fired, the bullet left the barrel, traveling through the air aimed straight at Arsenal, before hitting the metal coin midair, causing it to richochet, hitting a metal railing nearby, and ricochet again, hitting the Cowboy's hat. This sudden hit startled him, drawing his attention away from Arsenal, having grabbed the tray. He jumped over the hostages, spinning and throwing the tray like a frisbee, hitting the Cowboy dead-on in the face. Arsenal quickly ran forward and delivered a superman punch to the Cowboy, sending him down for the count. He kicked the revolvers away and stood over him for a bit, catching his breath, before turning back to the hostages. [color=9e0b0f][b]"It's alright, everyone. You can get up now."[/b][/color] The crowd stayed down for a moment in disbelief, but slowly rised and started to clap and cheer. Donations came rolling in and sounding in his ear, reminding him that this was all caught on stream: [b][i][u]RedJohnny ($50):[/u] That was beyond fantastic. It was like watching a music video to an amazing 80's song.[/i][/b] [b][i][u]Flareon ($50):[/u] Top 10 Greatest Fighting Comebacks in Anime[/i][/b] [b][i][u]Overcomplicated Tricycle ($25):[/u] Crimefighting Playlist feature when[/i][/b] Arsenal retrieved his bow from the command center. Oh, his poor baby. Good thing he packed extra string. As he made his way out of the command center, the Casino Owner approached him. [b]"Ring-a-Ding-Ding! You handled those guys like they were a couple of amateurs. On behalf of the The Tops, you have our thanks. You need anything? Room, food, alcohol?"[/b] [color=9e0b0f][b]"No, thanks. I better get outta here before the cops show up. You have a nice night."[/b][/color] [b]"Of course. Just remember, you're always welcome at The Tops!"[/b] Arsenal began to walk away, but then paused. He quickly turned off his camera and returned to the Casino Owner. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Actually, uh, between you and me, there is a favor I would ask. Leonardo Cash from Star City. He's a real good friend of mine, and really took care of me. I want him at the top of your VIP list. Treat him like you'd treat me. But don't tell nobody why he's up there, got it?"[/b][/color] [b]"Oh! Uh, of course! You got it, baby! Mr. Cash will have a great time whenever he comes around!"[/b] Arsenal nods and goes on his way, picking up his FiveSevens on the way out. Score. He turns the camera back on and started narrating as he takes out his phone. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Well, looks like the Camera took a beating... gotta fix that up later. Better wrap things up. As I was saying earlier, I hearby end the stream. Thank you all for tuning in. I'm gonna take a day or two off after that. Arsenal, out."[/b][/color] And with a push of a button, the stream ends.