AN: I want to thank everyone who has read the story so far, and has enjoyed it as much as I like writing it, now one possible suggestion that was brought to mind, I hope that you enjoy this chapter.
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CH.4 Why Does it Always End in an explosion!
Greed's P.O.V.(Location Brockton Bay Docks)

First I need to get out of this inferno I find myself in, before I end up smeared on the pavement or stuck between the toes of an angry dragon of flame, pain, and rage. (Suppresses a shudder recalling that one time he . . . nope not going to think about it).

I've done a little research on Lung and I find him impressive, but unlikely to come to me or for that matter work for me, due to the unique combination of pride and ambition he possesses.

I also should clear out what I can, because whatever has him this pissed off that buildings are seemingly lighting themselves ablaze well I don't think I can afford to stay here and do nothing, besides perhaps I can salvage this if I come to the aid of his rival might put me in a good position for bargaining if I time things well after all.

I can quickly chalk up to collateral damage pertaining to a fight due to some of the noises closely resembling a struggle and a few other key signs.

Now less than a block away a struggle between Lung and an unknown parahuman can be heard. Lung because he lack subtly and the other parahuman can be detected because lung has yet to revert back to his base form meaning I can probably intervene.

Greed now arriving on the scene of the chaos and putting on his trademark armor 'Ultimate-Shield' then dashing straight into the fray encountering a parahuman who could be no other than Lung himself towering over six feet in height and covered almost entirely by silver scales, and thick columns of flame streaming from his mouth like steam from a geyser.

If there was any doubt as to the capes identity that quickly was alleviated. I hit the brute (in both senses of the term) and obviously surprised him by both my quick entry and the fact I actually managed to move the man who would be likened to a mountain with no real difficulty in his present state.

Not only did I managed to knock him back, but off his feet and on the ground. Taking advantage of his level of surprise I beat on him as fast and hard as I could which was almost at a lightning- like speed to the untrained eye, but much more manageable to someone with any decent level of skill.

I continued to hit the dragon-man with an almost impossible amount of force, at an increasing rate. I was almost certain that if it kept up at this rate the ground would either melt from lungs immense heat or crater from my harder hits. Either way, I really hope that I can knock him out soon or this is really gonna suck.

I wore a smirk which obviously infuriated the man despite the fact that I thought he wouldn't honestly be able to tell assuming he could even see it either in the dark of the evening or under my ultimate shield.

He growled out in broken English and with a gnarled mouth barely recognizable as human at one point, at the top of his lungs yelling the phrase with a tone of indignation and righteous fury "I'LL...ILLLL...OOUUU." came from the literal dragon's maw.

The other cape quickly overcoming their general surprise at the sight of lungs prone form, I shouted to get 'his' attention (him being the bug manipulator in the dark outfit.)

I told the would-be rival to hurry up and suppress him, because who takes on a well know villain without a plan like that especially one as dangerous as Lung. I was shaken off by the dragon screaming 'Fuck' I was not thinking this all the way through, but after several minutes of awkward struggling and what must have been thousands or even hundreds of thousands of bugs swarming into his eyes, nose, throat, and lungs.

what must have been an almost uncountable number of bites by more than likely venomous insects on regions that made me wince to even think about, poor bastard probably won't be taking a piss standing up anytime soon and as Lung lost consciousness he started shrinking back to an only slightly taller than average and very well muscled goon.

His clothes shredded and tattered by both his quick growth and the intense heat that he was emitting. Now he was lying face down and naked on the ground. How lovely.

This I took as a sign signifying the end of the battle.

A few individuals on some odd chimeras of dogs, rhinoceros, and lizards with four riders mounted on them. They quickly identified themselves as the Undersiders. A tall man in dark leather and a motorcyclist helmet who had quickly introduced himself as Grue, followed by a woman in a skintight purple outfit wearing a domino mask.

She proceeded to thank the bug manipulator and me for acting when we did, and that they were spooked when they got wind of Lung planning an attack to retaliate against them for robbing a casino run by the ABB. Grue proceeded to introduce the two other unsocial individuals, as Bitch a woman wearing a dog mask of some kind and Regent who was reminiscent of a ren-faire reject.

Tattletale the woman in purple said that we all better scatter most heroes don't take it too well when two villains fight, and further elaborated by claiming she heard a certain tinker was fast approaching via motorcycle.

Tattletale's P.O.V.

So after arriving at the scene seeing Lung both down and out, I activated my power and hoped for the best, because Thinker headaches were a bitch to deal with after all. I tried to identify the two capes one standing on top of the prone form of lung and the other still recovering from obvious surprise at the other cape.

Inspecting the Bug manipulator was a simple enough matter, my power quickly went through the basic information ranging from approximate height, costume material, and other such bits that could be acquired after several minutes of conversation. The young cape was obviously a master based on irregular insect activity in the area.

She is able to control these, however, there is an obvious limitation of range, approximate limitation might be around two to three blocks in any direction, no upper limit on the amount she can control at a time. After several more minutes of gleaning information that would be pretty damn obvious to those who are even slightly observant, I proceeded to the next Cape.

Only he's not a cape, but that's impossible no normal human could do what he has done, I could feel a recoiling headache in the making the only thing I could gain is the overwhelming sense of . . . I don't even know how to describe it but my power continued to give me contradictory information about the armored individual, I couldn't really tell what his armor was. Only an approximate level of durability and a very strong carbon base.

That would be most certainly impossible in nature, but then again most powers operated in ways that flew in the face of nature especially in the case of parahumans he must be a brute based on the fact he was able to bash on Lung and knock him down. The two didn't arrive together that much is clear otherwise she wouldn't have been surprised about his course of action. Yes, maybe a changer/Brute, that might describe this guy's abilities, not enough data.

I only know that he is tough, strong, and scary as hell. Based on posture and body language he doesn't appear to be alarmed by either Bitch or the dogs, in fact, he seems like he's analyzing us, eerie. We gave thanks to our odd saviors and departed as I quickly heard Halbeard's motorcycle not too far off.

I can always chat with him later real quick before leaving I made sure to ask the stranger for his name.

He responded, "My name is Greed." Suddenly his primary motivation became transparent to me, his biggest motivator was wealth in any of its forms. Now why the hell did my power freak the fuck out when I tried analyzing him, it only gave vague hints more so than usual.

I had the feeling we would be seeing him again really soon and that he would be the source of many more of my terrible thinker headaches.

Taylor's P.O.V.

I was going out my first night, excitement and anxiety constantly passing through me. I had done it I was gonna be a hero, I decided to debut, after a particularly horrible day at school courtesy of the trio, which resulted in both my art project and notebook being destroyed and stained beyond the point of use.

I spent weeks working on things for my debut and even encoded my notebook now all those weeks of serious note taking and hard work was ruined.

To make matters worse on my first outing I had encountered Lung, I thought about retreating and was about to commit to that route, when I overheard this phrase.

". . . If you see a kid on the ground don't think twice shit the little bitch, don't give them the chance to get lucky or try anything clever. You see one down on the ground shoot twice more just to be safe."

I knew that this would not end well, but it was the right thing to do. I attacked hoping that the element of surprise would give me the edge I knew I would desperately need. At first, I figured I could I could escape by using my power to buy time and try to sneak away.

Ganger after ganger went down as my swarm descended on to them. I continued with a surprising amount of success until I heard a loud and unnerving roar.

Fuck. My. Life.

I kept sending bugs until it stopped slowing him down and waves of flame started to vaporize the bugs. That is when things just kept getting worse and then out of the blue, a man tackled lung and beat him down long enough for me recover both my horde of insects and in removing the slack-jawed expression I had on.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but I kept sending more bugs at Lung. Up into his nose every piece of vulnerable skin, I could find with everything at my disposal. I knew he was a regenerator so he would be fine, or so I thought. Then after that bit of chaos, the group I had just helped save turned out to be the Under-siders a villain group of all things.

I heard a familiar tinker tech motorcycle. The same one used by my childhood hero Armsmaster.

I was nervous at meeting my hero and excited too.

Armsmaster approached.

He said a phrase that made me feel like I was slapped hard across the face or punched in the stomach.

"Are you a hero?" Armsmaster asked her, left unsaid and implied was 'or a villain'

I quickly recovered from the statement, however, and followed up by saying "Yes I'm new, but do you know how hard it is to find a name for a bug themed hero that doesn't sound either villainous or really lame?" I asked

"I wouldn't know I got in the game earlier enough that I didn't have to worry about it," he replied

"So who gets credit for Lung?" he asked me

"I was under the impression that I did."

Armsmaster quickly went to ask her if she knew about the ABB's new cape Bakuda.

I responded meekly with a simple "No I don't know about her." suddenly feeling anxiety both from the fact that her hero had mentioned a strange cape and in such an ominous tone at that.

Armsmaster nodded, "Not surprising. She's new. What we know about her is limited. She made her first appearance and demonstration of her powers by way of a drawn out terrorism campaign against Cornell University. Lung apparently recruited her and brought her to Brockton Bay after her plans were foiled by the New York Protectorate. This is… something of a concern."

"What are her powers?" I asked.

"Are you aware of the Tinker classification?" He answered my question with one of his own.

I started to shrug, but remembered my sore shoulder and nodded instead. It was probably more polite, too. I said, "Covers anyone with powers that give them an advanced grasp of science. Lets them make technology years ahead of its time. Ray guns, ice blasters, mechanized suits of armor, advanced computers." I guessed.

"Close enough," Armsmaster said. It struck me he would be a Tinker, if his Halberd and armor were of any indication. That, or he got his stuff from someone else. He elaborated, "Well, most Tinkers have a specialty or a special trick. Something they're particularly good at or something that they can do, which other Tinkers can't. Bakuda's specialty are bombs." Armsmaster continued elaborating.

I stared at him. A woman with a power that let her make bombs that were technologically decades ahead of their time. No wonder he saw it as a concern.

"Now I want you to consider the danger involved in taking the credit for Lung's capture. Without a doubt, Oni Lee and Bakuda will be looking to accomplish two goals. Freeing their boss and getting vengeance on the one responsible. I suspect you're now aware… these are scary people. Scarier in some ways than their boss." Armsmaster explained.

"You're saying I shouldn't take the credit," I said.

"I'm saying you have two options. Option one is to join the Wards, where you'll have support and protection in the event of an altercation. Option two is to keep your head down. Don't take the credit. Fly under the radar." stated Armsmaster

I wasn't prepared to make a decision like that. Usually, I went to sleep at eleven or so, waking up at six thirty to get ready for my morning run. At my best guess, it was somewhere between one and two in the morning. I was emotionally exhausted from the highs and lows of the evening, and I could barely wrap my head around the complications and headaches that would come from joining the Wards, let alone having two insanely dangerous sociopaths coming after me.

"Keep my involvement in Lung's capture a secret, please." I responded

I left shortly afterward.

. . . To be continued . . .

AN: I hope that wasn't too anti-climactic I tried to write my first serious fighting scene so how was it? Did I do alright, if you have noticed any errors and inconsistencies please point them out to me, because as hard as I try while writing there's only so much I can catch during my stages of revision. If you have any cool ideas for me about what I should do with either Greed or this story please either P.M. me or leave it in a review. Thanks for once again sticking around I have been trying really hard and feel that I have been getting better with each of my chapters. I hope that I can continue to write an enjoyable story and that you have as much fun reading it as I like to think that I have writing it, I want to thank Edale for some of the help, and for a lot of really cool Ideas, I just want to say please tell me your thoughts.

A/N: I also ripped a lot of the dialogue for Taylor section right out from Worm and other pieces I summarized a bit.