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The blow made pain blossom in Remy's left cheek and the world to spin as the metallic taste of blood trickles down his tongue. He also felt something else dropping into another pocket....

"Like it, punk?" Joe sneers. "That's just a love tap."
"Joe! C'mon man, it's just a kid!"
"Harry, if we don't teach this gutter punk a lesson now, we'll have an alley full of 'em, stinking up the Watershed, begging in the street."

"Carl, you just gonna stand by?" Harry demanded. The third, a reddish glow to his cheeks, shrugged.
"Joe's right," he slurs, a happy dumb smile on his face as he shrugs. "Gotta stomp them down before they move in."

"Ya see?" Joe smirks, swinging his right fist back, "This is just sanitation!"

There was a dull clunk as a pipe hit the wall, and a gruff voice calling out, "Hey! What's going on here?" Remy glanced at Jimi, his eyes wide as he struggled in the big man's grip.

"Joe, it's one of them heroes," Harry said, spinning around, taking in the crackling pipe in Jimi's hand. Carl's happy smile became a frown.
"Hey!" Joe replies, glancing back at Jimi, "Thanks! We don't need yer help, I've got this!"