Thomas had made his way into the bank, following the loud noises the behemoth made. He didn't bother to look behind him, he had already checked every detail of the rooms he had passed, none of the thugs were left concious, or in combat-capable shape. People didn't really enjoy fighting with broken ribs and limbs´. Thomas twirled the baton in his hand, making his way further into the bank. His senses were sharp, he took in every detail, from the layout of the building, to the small spider crawling up the line of web from the roof. 

He heard Voices now, Thomas picked up his pace, still walking silently, he stuck to a wall, around a corner to avoid being seen. He turned the corner, seeing two masked men, obviously not thugs, their outfits were too crude. [I] Great. More fodder.[/i] Thomas thought, as he picked up what one of them, the shorter one said about putting the guy into the vault. Thomas figured the bank would probably have some kind exhaust system to put gas inside of the vault to knock out people who'd try and rob it, it's the kind of security options he himself would've used, should he be the owner of a bank. Then again, Thomas figured they had already killed all the security systems in the bank.

Thomas saw the behemoth of a man, and it dawned on him, the man wasn't human, not a regular human, at least. He was something else, someone... Different. He couldn't explain why, but the Texan felt excited to 'meet' the behemoth. All the while he resented the beast of a man for all the horrible things he had done on this night. 

Thomas stepped out of his cover, facing the vault, a 10 meter stretch between him and the Vault door. Thomas did take into account how close the other two masked men were to the thugs, he only hoped the two would be smart enough to run, because, as far as Thomas knew, no one had a chance against the strength of the guy whom was right now ripping the steel boxes the money was held in like they were plastic wrappers for candy. He cleared his throat, and then he cracked his neck. The two gunmen whom were still standing weren't paying attention to the Texan at all, whom with a scoff, Extended the wings he had been keeping out of sight, The white feathers spreading five meters across the bank. Both the gunmen fired at the winged man, the shock of what they had seen making them, albeit temporarily forget about the two other masked men closer to them.

As they fired their bullets. Thomas rolled to the side, he knew he couldn't protect against that with his wings, not if he planned on flying for the rest of the week, at least. Thomas dashed up from his cover, and gaining a few feet of altitute with a single flap of his wings, he dashed the 10 meter stretch towards the three thugs, he arrived in the gunman's face, elbowing him out cold.

“You two better run. You're a little out of your league here.” Thomas told the two other masked vigilantes, his voice was filled with sincere worry, like he expected them both to get hurt, or worse, if they stayed.

Tony put down the box, and swung at Thomas, whom dodged, narrowly, and sent a jab into Tony's ribs. His punch didn't even seem to tickle. Thomas let out a grunt, as he spun around, using the Baton in his right hand, he swung it for Tony's knee, This time, the Behemoth let out a slight grunt of pain. “Fuck Off” Tony let out as he swung his hand, like he was swatting a fly, his hand colliding with Thomas's face, sending the winged vigilante a few feet into the air, before he skidded on the floor.

“Shit.”