[@Bounce][@Half Pint][@Omega Man]

[b]NEW YORK HARBOR[/b]


The Scotsmen looked over the young boy, speaking to him. At first, he wasn’t sure why this boy was here. And took a quick moment to figure out why a little boy would be in a construction site. Then the realization came that he might be a super like himself. Seeing him flying confirmed his suspicions. And he also felt he had seen the boy somewhere. But he couldn’t put his finger on it. He wanted to speak to him later after he dealt with the Nazis. 

His gaze went back to the flying Silverwings. He thought he wouldn’t be able to lasso the incoming nazis. But he let out a yell of excitement when he got one of them. “[color=f26522]GET OVER HERE.[/color]” With a quick pull, the flying Nazi was careening towards Jack. When the nazi was close enough, Jack hogtied him, giving him hard punches to the face for being uncooperative. After doing this and grabbing their jetpack, he got it strapped to his back. He was unsure how safe it was to use this new device. However, he thought it could be useful to thwart the Nazis' plans. “[color=f26522]It’ll be like swatting a fly.[/color]” He said to himself, picking up his sword and shield. 

Starting to fly out, ready to kill as many Nazi’s as he could. Before approaching, he said something in German to them. “[color=f26522]Guten Tag!!![/color]” He yelled at them, with an insane gleam in his eyes. Flying at first slowly before starting to quickly approach them. Flying between the Nazi’s while swinging his sword towards their heads.  He was bobbing and weaving through the gunfire to attack the Silverwings. Using his shield to try to block their bullets.  

His eyes looked over at the dandy-looking Brit fencing with the Nazis. Looking somewhat impressed by his swordsmanship. Flying towards a group of Silverwings that were approaching Alistair. “[color=f26522]Watch your head ya dafty bastard.[/color]” Jack was now rocketing towards the group of men surrounding his ally.  Swinging his sword, cutting off some limbs of the Nazis. Some were holding their severed limbs, while others were more focused on attacking Jack. 

 The Scotsman started swinging at them widely, getting a few bullets into his torso when he wasn’t able to block them. Gritting his teeth in pain as launched himself towards a single Nazi. Ramming his sword into the man’s torso before slicing upwards, splitting the man apart. A geyser of blood spurted out of his body. Some of the blood was sprayed onto Jack’s body. 

Jack wiped some of it off with the sleeve of his outfit.  Not noticing a Nazi was coming straight towards him. The two men collided and spun in circles before crashing into some scaffolding. 

He could hear the clatter of his sword and shield hitting the ground. And when he got up, he could see four other men landing and ready to attack him. Scanning his eyes, he could see his weapons a few feet away from him. He wouldn’t be able to get it in time. So he picked up a nearby broom and bucket. 

Two of the men raised their submachine guns towards Jack. And in a split second, Jack threw the bucket at one of the men. Rushing at the other, hitting this Nazi in the neck with the broom.  The man dropped his weapon and was picked up by Jack. The two other men started firing at Jack. But Jack took one of the Nazi’s as a human shield.  Throwing the dead man at them before launching himself at them.  Swinging the broom at the face of one of the Nazis, breaking the end part of it from the intense force. One of the Nazis grabbed Jack’s shirt collar, slamming his knee into his crotch. 

Jack recoiled in pain, holding onto his groin. If they wanted to play dirty, then he would do the same. Jack headbutted the one who kicked him in the groin before stabbing him in the crotch.  The rest of the Nazis were either dead or dying from Jack’s manic fighting.  He was caught by surprise he was grabbed from behind by a bleeding Nazi. Jack rushed backwards to slam the Nazi into a wall. Turning around to grab his arm and break it, causing the Nazis bone to pop out. 

Jack was flung forward from the explosion and launched into another part of the scaffolding. As he got back up, it seemed the fight was over, and they saved the Statue Of Liberty from sabotage. The Scotsmen picked up their weapons before making their way over to the small boy.

“[color=f26522]You did good, wee man. Whatcha name?[/color]” He asked him in  Gaelic while wiping some of the blood from his outfit. After a bit of cleanup he started to light up a cigar.