"You'll never escape! You must always do as I say!" Simon splayed the cards across his palm, a complete fan made from the thin cards. He pulls an arm back and propels the entire deck forward, the paper cards slicing through the air. "And I say... Make this attack come like a thunderous hail!"

The torrent of playing cards rained down on Chat Noir's hiding spot. The table he lifted up as a shield just barely stopped the cards from hitting him, the corners of some cards embedded through to the bottom of the table. He dropped the desk as he avoided a punch from the Gorilla. The mind-controlled bodyguard became a hassle when he turned into a thug.

Simultaneous attacks from two opponents became increasingly despondent for Chat Noir, having his attention divided denoted a severe game changer for the villains. It was too unfair.

"Are you ready for another barrage, Chat Noir?" He pulled a fresh deck of cards out and started to shuffle them haphazardly. The feline-themed hero just dodged the wide left hook from his own bodyguard, when all hell broke loose.

He straightened himself and let out a very frustrated yell. Whatever patience he once had for this battle, he lost it. Absolute anger overflowed him; he was so annoyed and frustrated at the unfairness of this one battle, he couldn't contain it anymore. He no longer cared about his bodyguard's feelings, and he let a closed fist come into a satisfying crunch of the Gorilla's face.

The heavyweight was thrown to the floor and Chat Noir quickly secured him in a restraining hold. Simon was shocked, one clean hit to the face completely knocked him out. Chat Noir quickly made sure nothing was broken and then proceeded to drag him away from the battle.

"What are you doing?" Simon said, raising his deck of cards, ready for another attack. "He was trying to hurt you and yet you help him to safety?"

"Hey!" Chat said dropping the man's hands and raising a blaming look to Simon, "You were the one who hurt him! And don't worry; I will be coming for you!"

Simon pulled back a little, considering a tactful retreat. Chat Noir raised a hand and pointed aggressively towards the door.

"Now you better get out of here before I really lose my temper and come after you and your stupid deck of cards."

"You really think that helping your friend will to be of any benefit?" Simon mocked.

"I am going to help my friend, because he is my friend, and, he is hurt. But the next time I see a single card from that deck of yours fly through the air, I will be dealing with you."