10-23-2017, 11:41 AM
The leader was unconscious after the brutal assault. The poor man had only managed to stand up when Matthew arrived, riddled with bullet holes Stein had deflected back from his own men. As he crumpled to the vigilante's feet, a number of eyes flit from the Hero to the Vigilante.
Needless to say, it was a scramble. The thugs and lowlives rushed past Stein towards the door. With a smirk hidden by his bandana, he tripped one up. Just for fun. They grunt at the landing, then continued to scramble towards the magnificent front door.
The few that were left were incapacitated. Two of the first wave were on the ground, bullet wounds in the legs, while the head dealer was outright unconscious with numerous bruises and bullet holes. Poor guy probably would not make it through the night in his condition. Poor life choices; had he only told his men to stop firing, he would have lived.
"So... Nice place." Stein was still standing, but he had three or four times more bullet holes in his body than the kingpin. Blood pooled in his shoes and matted his clothes to his body, though Matthew might notice only a few of his wounds had actually drawn blood. Some holes in his clothing revealed bruises and a slight trickle of broken skin instead of outright gashes in his hide. The man had very tough skin. "You have a lot of balls?" He snickered. Balls for the classic dance featured in a manner, or balls as in cahones - take your pick. Wordplay!
The Hero dropped his mask, showing his face finally - primarily in respect to the home owner. "My bad about the house, I was told this place is supposed to be abandoned." After unclipping the camera from his hat, he removed that too. He ran a hand through his blonde locks to rid himself of the dreaded hat hair.
"Name's Stein. A-class, rank-1. Erm... not that you'd know what that means..." The last bit was mumbled. He still spewed information from the old world. It might be obvious that Stein was new; just another clueless hero looking for his own niche in the Omniverse.
Needless to say, it was a scramble. The thugs and lowlives rushed past Stein towards the door. With a smirk hidden by his bandana, he tripped one up. Just for fun. They grunt at the landing, then continued to scramble towards the magnificent front door.
The few that were left were incapacitated. Two of the first wave were on the ground, bullet wounds in the legs, while the head dealer was outright unconscious with numerous bruises and bullet holes. Poor guy probably would not make it through the night in his condition. Poor life choices; had he only told his men to stop firing, he would have lived.
"So... Nice place." Stein was still standing, but he had three or four times more bullet holes in his body than the kingpin. Blood pooled in his shoes and matted his clothes to his body, though Matthew might notice only a few of his wounds had actually drawn blood. Some holes in his clothing revealed bruises and a slight trickle of broken skin instead of outright gashes in his hide. The man had very tough skin. "You have a lot of balls?" He snickered. Balls for the classic dance featured in a manner, or balls as in cahones - take your pick. Wordplay!
The Hero dropped his mask, showing his face finally - primarily in respect to the home owner. "My bad about the house, I was told this place is supposed to be abandoned." After unclipping the camera from his hat, he removed that too. He ran a hand through his blonde locks to rid himself of the dreaded hat hair.
"Name's Stein. A-class, rank-1. Erm... not that you'd know what that means..." The last bit was mumbled. He still spewed information from the old world. It might be obvious that Stein was new; just another clueless hero looking for his own niche in the Omniverse.