[center][color=red][h2]Abel[/h2][/color][/center]

After several hours of walking, he arrived. The trees thinned and the large expanse of New York spread out below him. He took a pull on the cooked meat and smiled to himself. Every time he came to a city he was always able to live his best life. Killing gang members and bandits and stealing from them was always fun, and it had the bonus of making those who were being preyed upon by said "bad guys" trust him. They always saw him as some sort of God send for taking out the "bad guys". Then he could easily exploit those he "rescued" before killing them. His smile slowly faded as he heard a commotion far in the distance.

"Curiouser and curiouser." He muttered to himself. His head awash with so many trivial quotes and radiation he seemed to rarely speak as himself anymore. He put the remaining meat in his satchel and slowly descended the slope towards the disturbance in the distance. Gunshots and, he couldn't figure out the other noises at first. He slunk from building to building as he got closer to make out muffled voices. He slammed himself against a small outcropping of what was probably once a house and his eyes widened in both confusion and wonder at what he saw.

This bird like man picked up and slammed what was most likely a bandit into the ground, killing the man in most horrible fashion. "Oh, Mr. Harvey Birdman. You are a sight to behold." Able muttered. Suddenly the man pulled out some odd shaped guns and blasted a large hole through another man. Able giggled and clapped to himself. "Such sights to behold." He stayed hidden and watched the man grab what he could from the fallen men. 

Able remained where he was as the man flew up swiftly to the roof. Able was unable to see what was happening from there, but heard muffled voices. He wanted to know what was going on, but getting closer may reveal his position and, as sure as Able was of himself, didn't dare risk going toe to toe with that monstrosity. Suddenly his mind screamed at him to drop down. Literally the second he dropped down, a hail of bullets flew over his head, missing him by inches. 

Able pulled out his revolver and sent a bullet into the head of a bandit who had a machine gun leveled at Able's head. As the man fell, Abel quickly holstered his revolver and scurried over to the man and picked up his machine gun. He then lept to the other side of the building and peered towards the building the birdman was perched on. Abel watched as now the man was now on the street level, talking to someone. Abel checked the magazine and saw it still had about half a clip left. He scanned all around, it appeared as if no one was anywhere around, despite the birdman, whomever he spoke to, and if anyone else was in the building he stood in front. Abel simply peered around the corner and observed what would unfold.