The Revenge Squad
Loophole
Chemo
Metallo
Shrapnel
Parasite
"You sure hiring those drongos is a good idea? Yer pop used those chaps a lot and the Justice Battalion always handed them their collective butts." The voice was a thick British accent, dark and gothic.
"Mr. Black, I trust that the Revenge Squad will get the job done. They're professionals. What is a child and his friends to five of the most powerful criminals in American history? Besides, if they fail, you and your Elites can finish what they start." Another voice replied. There was a sound a lighter igniting.
"Alexis, you ain't yer father. Alexei would have done this hisself with somethin' this important." Black said, lighting a cigarette.
"But, like you said, I am not my father." Alexis replied, chuckling slightly.
"Was we supposed to do? Muh fists and metal issa inchin' to lodge 'emselves inta some nice, warm, soft flesh." The man who was known as Shrapnel asked. He was called such because the belt he wore gave him control over the magnetic forces of scrap metal, which he used to a frightening degree.
"Yeah, so am I. I can feel all the energy in this place and it's making me hungry!" Parasite added. Back in the forties, the man was bitten by Andrew Bennet, a vampire, and then tossed into a vat of chemicals. He was changed, he could absorb energy directly from a person, any form projected against him, or from anything producer of it.
"We here to find the Kryptonian kid. We find him, we take him back to Luthor, and we get paid." The voice was hollow and mechanical, thus belonging to Metallo, the leader of the Revenge Squad and the oldest member. The man who wore the black armor was a veteran of both the Spanish-American War and World War I, making him very old. Some speculated that there was some sort of life support system built into his armor that kept him alive for so long. Others said that the armor passed down to different people throughout the years.
"Just as long as I get to try out this new mix I developed and I'm happy." Chemo said. The madman had discovered a formula he called chemo that, with the proper catalyst, could turn to any liquid substance known to man. So, of course, he used this discovery to become a criminal.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's make ourselves known and start with the brutality!" The youngest member of the group said. There was something wrong with Loophole, that was something everyone could agree on. Now if this was brought on by the broken home he grew up in or the powers that he developed in his late teens, was any ones guess. And his powers were simple, he could create, what he called, Loopholes. Inky black holes that could traverse over long distances in an instant. The others agreed and made there way through the streets of this town, this Nerima.
Just a few blocks a way, Ryouga Hibiki had found Ranma Saotome, challenged him to a fight, and they were well into it. The power that they displayed was always amazing and seemed to attract a new comer to the town. Nobody gave the man in the purple hued trenchcoat a second glance. Not even when he walked right up to Ranma, who had just unleashed a Moko Takabisha, which knocked out the Eternally Lost Boy.
"That was quite a sight. And I apologize about what I am going to do, but it's business." The man said. Ranma turned around confused, but before any sound could come out of his mouth, a large hand latched onto his face and almost instantly he could feel his ki leaving him.
The crowd gasped in shock, seeing this man who had attacked Ranma, the lightning that arced up his arm, the look of weakening appearing on Ranmas face. For several people this was to much for them to handle.
"You let go of Airen!" Shampoo cried out as she leapt at the man, only to be blasted by a spray of large pieces of metal. Thankfully, none of them were sharp.
"He ain't yers. Not no more, anyways. An' least not when Parasite is t'rew wit 'im." The mans voice was off kilter, with a varying timbre, and was followed by a harsh, hoarse laugh.
And if happened. Ukyo tried to use her spatula-shuriken, but a blast of some type of… acid dissolved them. The psycho that used the blast then started to attack her and Akane. Mousse tried to help Shampoo, but the giddy kid in orange stopped him using some sort of magic. And nobody noticed the brooding figure in dark armor that was admiring the battle.
"Metallo, you never cease to sicken me." The voice was familiar to Metallo, one he hadn't heard in a long time.
"Harper. Now why are you here? Last I heard, you were dead." Metallo said, turning around, only to get hit by the shield the Guardian carried.
"Well, you know what Mark Twain said, right?" the Guardian sighed, he was bantering. Something he hadn't done since the fifties. Metallo got up and shook what daze he could from his head.
"You should've stayed dead, Guardian. You're no match for me, let alone the Revenge Squad." Metallo said, charging the blue and gold wearing hero. As this fight was happening on a rooftop and the street fight was going down, one Tatewaki Kuno finally made his way into the town, and would be faced by a decision that only he could make.
A/N: I know this seemed a little quick, but the next chapter will conclude the fight and there will be… cheap humor as well. Hope you look forward to it.