Felix was currently in his university's library, reading a book on the history of Mega City and a book on metahumans. While writing a paper on the impact of tomb raiders to archeology. His Atttention Defecit Disorder had been a part of ever since he was a child. It was useful as hell in combat, as his brain was wired for the fast paced action, but in civillian life he require at least three things to do at once else he started to get antsy. 

He still had a lecture to attend at three o'clock, which was why he was still at the college. Some of the other students who worked for Arrowcaster might shirk their studies, but he wanted to actually pass his exams. Then again Count Hackula built a battle robot so she probably doesn't [i]need[/i] to study.

Thinking back to last night he smiled. It wasn't a pleasent smile, more the grin of a cat that has caught a mouse. He was out on patrol alone, as Fire Fist, when he came across a group of thugs doing a drug deal in one of the warehouses on the docks. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as he dodged the bullets, using crates, barrels, even some of the thugs as cover. Once he got in close, it was a dance of death... sans the actual death for the most part. For kost, he simply broke their arms and legs. The ones who managed to hit him, even glancing blows, weren't so lucky. There where three of them, the first got lucky with a snapped neck. The second had his ribs shattered so he would internally bleed to death. The third was the last man standing so he could take his time. He used a pressure point to seal off his throat so he choked to death. Before leaving, he used small bursts of energy on his fingertips to burn his sign on the last guy's chest.

Good times.