08-31-2017, 08:44 PM
Marc nonchalantly stepped over the three gangsters he had taken out, no doubt they all had concussions and minor bone fractures. Giving a large smirk under his mask his right hand sweeping past each table he passed by making his towards the upper stairs. All Might deserved some great credit the pure speed and power that he delivered to the criminals were pretty impressive. All Might himself reminded Mr. Knight a good bit of a more dialed down Sentry while Marcus, on the other hand, was like a more redeeming Punisher.
Picking up his pace Mr. Knight heard screaming coming from behind him following a crash and splintering pain as one of the mobsters smashed a wooden chair on his back, almost knocking him to the carpet floor. Gritting his teeth and wincing as the pain echoed aching all across his back and head, blocking out most of the pain the Night Protector quickly turned laying a powerful left hook that nearly splintered almost all of the criminals teeth, instantly making him wish that he had never assaulted the Ex-mercenary. Crimson red blood splattered from the lawbreaker's mouth as he fell to the floor crying in pain. Mr. Knight shoot back around just in time to see that three other gangsters had stepped up on him ready to beat the vigilante to a pulp.
Mr. Knight's masked eyes narrowed in anger. "Well, it looks like my walk in the park is over, now boys hold still so this can end quicker. I need to get to your boss." Mr. Knight said pulling out a truncheon from his under shirt.
Shouting all three of the criminals rushed for the Silver Avenger, with out even a second thought Mr. Knight raised his right arm smashing his baton across the face of the closest assailant, an all to familiar snap of bone followed the hit the man's cheek bones were most likely in fractured into pieces. The next two attackers came at Marc at the same time, both in unison swung for Spector's masked face. Marc swiftly lifted his left arm upwards blows and with speed and force brought his truncheon up then crashing down on both of the gangster's arms snapping them in directions that they shouldn't be in. Both men screeched in pain falling to the floor before fainting from sheer pain.
"Now with you losers out of my way, off to the boss." Mr. Knight said once again proceeding for the stairs this time with haste.
"Up we go." He said quickly stepping up into the dim lit stair case.
three more gangsters came charging down after the Night Protector. Spector effortlessly landed his left elbow into the closest ones face, then shifting his right arm upper cutting the second closest gangster knocking him back into the hand rail behind him. Rushing up several stair cases Mr. Knight met the last mobster face to face. The assaulting criminal reached for the hero in an effort to push him down the stair case. Mr. Knight swiftly blocked and pushed the man's hands back, curling his gloved hand's Marc forcefully brought his balled hands up smacking the mobster in the face causing his head to whip back before tripping and sliding down the entire stairs.
Reaching up to the top exciting and entering a narrow hallway, out of nowhere a gangster jumped out of the corner lashing out for the Silver Avenger. Shooting up his right fight foot Mr. Knight kicked the mobster stopping him in mid charge, the force of the kick making him vomit. Mr. Knight quickly proceeded through the hallway another mobster came darting from all the way across the hall locking with Mr. Knight in a struggle, a door slammed open beside Marc another criminal came running out, this one was carrying a gun. With out a whole lot of time to react raising his left foot Mr. Knight connected his white shoe with gangster he was stuck struggling with's gut knocking him back a few feet crashing to the hard wood floor. Only seconds to react before he would get shot Marc grabbed three crescent dart from his belt throwing them at the armed gangster. The silver darts flung through the air digging deep into the lawbreaker's chest, the man in so much pain could find much breath to scream as he dropped to the ground. Spector quickly sidestepped towards the other mobster planting his white dress shoe into his face instantly breaking his nose. With no more time to waste Mr. Knight raced his way down the hallway in search of Cardona's office.
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Slamming the door behind him panting heavily Cardona quickly opened his office safe pulling out a revolver and checked its ammo. Silently a figure stepped out of the shadow of his dark office pulling out his silenced pistol putting it to the back of the mob-bosses head.
"Your men were first to go and now it is your turn, soon there will be no others to stop us from gaining power. Soon our leader will rule with an iron fist." The silent assassin said pressing his gun harder on the back of Cardona's skull.
"Who do you work for?"
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Mr. Knight kicked in Cardona's office door and readjusted his now blood covered gloves.
"Mr. Cardon-Shit," Marc said His mask's eye narrowing to as he observed what he saw. Cardona clearly slumped over his desk, dead by a bullet to the head. Standing beside the body stood was what Marc had suspected all along, there was an assassin. The assassin dressed in a full body armor and sporting what looked like a skull helmet turned to face Mr. Knight pointing his gun towards him. The one thing that clearly surprised Marc was the pendant that was imprinted the assassin's body armor's shoulder, the image was an all to familiar sight. With out even making a sound the assassin fired several shots at Mr. Knight. Marc just barely rolled out of the door frame taking cover by the cover of the door. Raising his left arm the black armored assassin shot his built in grappling hook and launched out of the room.
Taking a chance to strike Mr. Knight jumped at the assassin only to be caught by the momentum of the grappling hook sending Mr. Knight crashing into the wall behind him. The assassin not taking any chances with the vigilante raced off down the hall. Mr. Knight shifted pulling himself out of the wall, brushing in debris off of him. Quickly turning Spector chased after the professional killer, hot in pursuit the contract killer grabbed a champagne cart rolling it at Mr. Knight in an effort to slow him down. Mr. Knight vaulted over the cart keeping his pace after the murderer.
"You aren't getting away from me!"
Flipping in mid air the Assassin landed near the casino's many exciting stair cases, kicking open the exit's double doors the killer shot his grappling hook, the hook connecting with roofs existing door. Mr. Knight hot on his trail leaped after the contract killer latching on his legs as his grappling hook launched him upwards. Mr. Knight struggled to hold on to the assassin's legs as they rose up the roof, making a split second decision the murderer pulled out an SMG from his belt firing at Mr. Knight.
"Why can't I hit you?"
"Cause I'm not real."
"bullshit!" The assassin shouted planting his right boot in Marc's masked face, the force of the boot forced him to let go sending him reeling back crashing into one of the stair cases rail guards. Ignoring the pain Spector pulled out his truncheon activating its grapnel gun function and sending him up after the bastard. jumping over the exits guard rail and kicking open the door Mr. Knight swung hard at the assassin. The assassin easily dodged the first two swings as they went left and right. Raising his right hand coming down for another hard swing with his baton, the Assassin blocked it by crossing the both of his arms. Swiftly the black armored killer whipped out a large knife from the back of his boot and came after Marc with a series of slashes. Spector ducked and jumped out the way of most of the slashes but one made its mark. The knife tore through the Silver Avenger's suit cutting at his abs, in a matter of seconds crimson blood began to repaint his white suit.
"Hail Hydra!" The Assassin shouted quickly throwing out a smoke bomb and disappearing from Mr. Knight's sight. Marc's eyes widened from what the killer had said, the situation they were dealing with was far worse than any of them had suspected.
"FUCK!" Marc shouted kicking at the roofs balcony.
"Marc, Marc, can you read me?"
Raising his right hand Mr. Knight activated his communicator.
"Yeah?"
"Marc, this is Jarvie's, if you finished with work at Cardona's casino, then I'll have you know that the local Imperial prison is requesting the Avengers aid."
Marc made his way towards the roof's exit door, clutching at his wound with his free hand.
"Alright, I think we're done here, send Frenchie with Mooncopter. I'm in need of a costume change." He replied stepping down the steps.
"As you wish sir."
Pressing his communicator in his mask once more Mr. Knight switched comm channels.
"Gentlemen, round them up we're off to prison, I'll brief you once we're up in the air."
Picking up his pace Mr. Knight heard screaming coming from behind him following a crash and splintering pain as one of the mobsters smashed a wooden chair on his back, almost knocking him to the carpet floor. Gritting his teeth and wincing as the pain echoed aching all across his back and head, blocking out most of the pain the Night Protector quickly turned laying a powerful left hook that nearly splintered almost all of the criminals teeth, instantly making him wish that he had never assaulted the Ex-mercenary. Crimson red blood splattered from the lawbreaker's mouth as he fell to the floor crying in pain. Mr. Knight shoot back around just in time to see that three other gangsters had stepped up on him ready to beat the vigilante to a pulp.
Mr. Knight's masked eyes narrowed in anger. "Well, it looks like my walk in the park is over, now boys hold still so this can end quicker. I need to get to your boss." Mr. Knight said pulling out a truncheon from his under shirt.
Shouting all three of the criminals rushed for the Silver Avenger, with out even a second thought Mr. Knight raised his right arm smashing his baton across the face of the closest assailant, an all to familiar snap of bone followed the hit the man's cheek bones were most likely in fractured into pieces. The next two attackers came at Marc at the same time, both in unison swung for Spector's masked face. Marc swiftly lifted his left arm upwards blows and with speed and force brought his truncheon up then crashing down on both of the gangster's arms snapping them in directions that they shouldn't be in. Both men screeched in pain falling to the floor before fainting from sheer pain.
"Now with you losers out of my way, off to the boss." Mr. Knight said once again proceeding for the stairs this time with haste.
"Up we go." He said quickly stepping up into the dim lit stair case.
three more gangsters came charging down after the Night Protector. Spector effortlessly landed his left elbow into the closest ones face, then shifting his right arm upper cutting the second closest gangster knocking him back into the hand rail behind him. Rushing up several stair cases Mr. Knight met the last mobster face to face. The assaulting criminal reached for the hero in an effort to push him down the stair case. Mr. Knight swiftly blocked and pushed the man's hands back, curling his gloved hand's Marc forcefully brought his balled hands up smacking the mobster in the face causing his head to whip back before tripping and sliding down the entire stairs.
Reaching up to the top exciting and entering a narrow hallway, out of nowhere a gangster jumped out of the corner lashing out for the Silver Avenger. Shooting up his right fight foot Mr. Knight kicked the mobster stopping him in mid charge, the force of the kick making him vomit. Mr. Knight quickly proceeded through the hallway another mobster came darting from all the way across the hall locking with Mr. Knight in a struggle, a door slammed open beside Marc another criminal came running out, this one was carrying a gun. With out a whole lot of time to react raising his left foot Mr. Knight connected his white shoe with gangster he was stuck struggling with's gut knocking him back a few feet crashing to the hard wood floor. Only seconds to react before he would get shot Marc grabbed three crescent dart from his belt throwing them at the armed gangster. The silver darts flung through the air digging deep into the lawbreaker's chest, the man in so much pain could find much breath to scream as he dropped to the ground. Spector quickly sidestepped towards the other mobster planting his white dress shoe into his face instantly breaking his nose. With no more time to waste Mr. Knight raced his way down the hallway in search of Cardona's office.
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Slamming the door behind him panting heavily Cardona quickly opened his office safe pulling out a revolver and checked its ammo. Silently a figure stepped out of the shadow of his dark office pulling out his silenced pistol putting it to the back of the mob-bosses head.
"Your men were first to go and now it is your turn, soon there will be no others to stop us from gaining power. Soon our leader will rule with an iron fist." The silent assassin said pressing his gun harder on the back of Cardona's skull.
"Who do you work for?"
-
Mr. Knight kicked in Cardona's office door and readjusted his now blood covered gloves.
"Mr. Cardon-Shit," Marc said His mask's eye narrowing to as he observed what he saw. Cardona clearly slumped over his desk, dead by a bullet to the head. Standing beside the body stood was what Marc had suspected all along, there was an assassin. The assassin dressed in a full body armor and sporting what looked like a skull helmet turned to face Mr. Knight pointing his gun towards him. The one thing that clearly surprised Marc was the pendant that was imprinted the assassin's body armor's shoulder, the image was an all to familiar sight. With out even making a sound the assassin fired several shots at Mr. Knight. Marc just barely rolled out of the door frame taking cover by the cover of the door. Raising his left arm the black armored assassin shot his built in grappling hook and launched out of the room.
Taking a chance to strike Mr. Knight jumped at the assassin only to be caught by the momentum of the grappling hook sending Mr. Knight crashing into the wall behind him. The assassin not taking any chances with the vigilante raced off down the hall. Mr. Knight shifted pulling himself out of the wall, brushing in debris off of him. Quickly turning Spector chased after the professional killer, hot in pursuit the contract killer grabbed a champagne cart rolling it at Mr. Knight in an effort to slow him down. Mr. Knight vaulted over the cart keeping his pace after the murderer.
"You aren't getting away from me!"
Flipping in mid air the Assassin landed near the casino's many exciting stair cases, kicking open the exit's double doors the killer shot his grappling hook, the hook connecting with roofs existing door. Mr. Knight hot on his trail leaped after the contract killer latching on his legs as his grappling hook launched him upwards. Mr. Knight struggled to hold on to the assassin's legs as they rose up the roof, making a split second decision the murderer pulled out an SMG from his belt firing at Mr. Knight.
"Why can't I hit you?"
"Cause I'm not real."
"bullshit!" The assassin shouted planting his right boot in Marc's masked face, the force of the boot forced him to let go sending him reeling back crashing into one of the stair cases rail guards. Ignoring the pain Spector pulled out his truncheon activating its grapnel gun function and sending him up after the bastard. jumping over the exits guard rail and kicking open the door Mr. Knight swung hard at the assassin. The assassin easily dodged the first two swings as they went left and right. Raising his right hand coming down for another hard swing with his baton, the Assassin blocked it by crossing the both of his arms. Swiftly the black armored killer whipped out a large knife from the back of his boot and came after Marc with a series of slashes. Spector ducked and jumped out the way of most of the slashes but one made its mark. The knife tore through the Silver Avenger's suit cutting at his abs, in a matter of seconds crimson blood began to repaint his white suit.
"Hail Hydra!" The Assassin shouted quickly throwing out a smoke bomb and disappearing from Mr. Knight's sight. Marc's eyes widened from what the killer had said, the situation they were dealing with was far worse than any of them had suspected.
"FUCK!" Marc shouted kicking at the roofs balcony.
"Marc, Marc, can you read me?"
Raising his right hand Mr. Knight activated his communicator.
"Yeah?"
"Marc, this is Jarvie's, if you finished with work at Cardona's casino, then I'll have you know that the local Imperial prison is requesting the Avengers aid."
Marc made his way towards the roof's exit door, clutching at his wound with his free hand.
"Alright, I think we're done here, send Frenchie with Mooncopter. I'm in need of a costume change." He replied stepping down the steps.
"As you wish sir."
Pressing his communicator in his mask once more Mr. Knight switched comm channels.
"Gentlemen, round them up we're off to prison, I'll brief you once we're up in the air."
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