[center][b][color=cc0000][sup][h1]T H E  I R O N  F I S T[/h1][/sup][/color][/b]

[b][color=cc0000][sup]Issue #7: [i]That Dreamers do Lie[/i][/sup][/color][/b][/center]
[COLOR=cc0000][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]Chinatown, New York City[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][sup][color=darkgray]December 24[sup]th[/sup], 2018  |  11:43pm |  Streets[/color][/sup][/INDENT][/INDENT]
The Golden Tigers were out in force, monitoring the streets. The Iron Fist was out in force, and rumor was there was a girl with him. It was becoming a bloody Christmas Eve, and Will Scott was hoping it would end soon. He was with his brother, Douglas Scott, and a couple other Golden Tigers. Chaka had given orders that the Tigers needed to stick together if they had any chance of defeating the vigilante that plagued Chinatown.

They turned into an alleyway, following their planned route so that they could rendezvous with another crew. The good news: the other crew was there waiting. The bad news: they were mangled corpses at the feet of a stranger. A man stood there, wearing a golden mask with black accents. He was shirtless in the snow, wearing baggy green pants. But his skin tone was... different. He didn't seem right. He was carrying two knives, most likely the weapons of the Tigers he just slew. In the blink of an eye, both knives were thrown and impaled two of Will's men.

The Iron Fist charged forward, Doug and another of the Tigers rushing in to meet him. Whoever this was matched every blow for blow, blocking anything the Tigers threw at him and then countering more harshly. Doug and the other were disarmed, and Will stood in shock as the dagger pierced through his brother's throat. The two fell to the ground, choking for breath, as this vigilante tightened his grip on the knives. A wicked smile spread across his lips as Will charged forward, his "claw" extended to try and rip out a chunk of this murderer's flesh.

Golden Tiger knives were sharpened to the point of near perfection. Davos was not one to fall to such a simplistic attack, and used the opportunity to place both knives on the wrist of his opponent. As Will's charge continued due to his momentum, Davos was able to spin around his opponent and slice through layers of skin and bone. At the end of it, Will collapses to the ground, clutching his bloody stump and screaming in pain. Davos circled his prey, squatting down in front of the last Golden Tiger. Wil, between sobs and shivers of pain, croaked out a single question. [color=gray]"The Iron Fist... doesn't kill... who are you?"[/color]

[color=cc0000]"I'm the real Iron Fist, not the undeserving pretender. But that doesn't matter right now. I need you to deliver a message to Chaka. I am coming for him tomorrow night. And I will kill him."[/color]

In the blink of an eye, Davos was gone. William Scott was left to kneel in the blood of his friends and family, clutching the mark of his own missing limb for a moment. But he willed himself onto his feet again, and began stumbling through the streets. He had to warn Chaka... before it was too late.