A/N: Pretty hefty, kinda graphic violence in this chapter, so a head's up.

It may have been twelve against two, but when those two were the overpowered son of the four-years dead Rugal Bernstein and the NESTS-born, Ikari-trained armed whip expert, the opposition did not particularly have the advantage. Still, they were armed, and they could surround them. A few sacrifices could be worth being able to bring them down through sheer attrition….or so they thought.

Adelheid would have really liked to just have this night pass peacefully, going back to the hotel with Whip to enjoy the rest of their vacation, but alas, he was forced into extreme measures yet again. They seemed to follow him; they would not let him escape his father's shadow that easily. If it wasn't enemies, it was old allies mad he broke things off. If it wasn't either of them, it was weird cults hounding his family.

So be it. If he could not leave his father's path peacefully, he would leave it by force. He told himself the people he was removing from this mortal coil were terrible individuals anyway, and that he was making the world a better place by brutally kicking their heads in.

It kicked off as Whip spotted a man reaching into his coat to pull something out; the Desert Eagle barked and the man was quickly put down with a shot to the chest...which caused a large red splatter to appear on the wall behind him. He stumbled back and slumped to the ground with nary a sound.

And then all hell broke loose.

Adelheid quickly dispatched the first man to run at him with one of his ferocious flying kicks; leaping forward while the man did caused the kick that connected with the side of his head to literally cave it in and snap his neck; this caused him to fly into the second man, who fell to the ground, only to be met with an axe kick as Adelheid didn't miss a beat. Much like that time in the alley with Heidern, his head was split open.

Clean open would be a misnomer, as there was nothing clean about it.

With the fight only having just started and three of their side already dead-lying in pools of their own blood which steamed ominously from the cold granite into the winter air-the remaining nine scattered to try to surround them.

Adelheid could hear both his father's and his sister's voices egging him on. No, he told them. They are evil. They are trying to kill us. I'm not trying to turn them into fucking statues.

A knife whizzed by Whip's coat, slicing through it and reaching her arm. Hissing, she looked to see where it came from, only to see the woman she recognized from the bathroom heave another blade at Adelheid; it managed to slice his shoulder, though did not stick in.

Fuck, she thought to herself as she nimbly dodged another one. Her aim was not bad for everyone being on the move; she was going to have to neutralize this one quickly. Seeing Adelheid tangling with two men-one with a bat and one with a long knife-she decided to make her the main focus at the moment as she was better armed to deal with the long-range fighter.

As she flung another knife, Whip cracked it right out of the air with Voodoo; the woman glowered, though looked a bit miffed like she didn't expect it.

Whip would try to aim the Desert Eagle, but the woman was good at pre-empting it; another knife whizzed by, clipping her other arm. Yet another knife-she was good enough to fling them with both hands-struck Adelheid high in the arm; he hissed in pain, causing him to step to the side, into the path of one of the other man's blades, which tore up his front. Adelheid responded by grabbing the man's arm in one hand and whipping him to the other side, following up with a round kick to the back of his neck, shattering his spine and grounding him instantly.

Now Whip was starting to get mad at the woman, as she saw Adelheid rub his chest-his hand bloodied from doing so-trying to size up his next opponents. His adrenaline was running too high to even feel anything.

The knife-throwing woman managed to deftly leap to a fire escape this time; having been hit with two knives-though one just a glancing blow-and seeing Adelheid take one, Whip about had her fill of this. Managing to jump up onto one of the statues, she brandished Voodoo again, though led with her Desert Eagle in hopes to outwit her.

It worked this time; seeing the flash of the large gun, she doubled back...right into Voodoo's path, which coiled around her leg. One yank later, and the knife-thrower lost her balance, falling down the two stories onto the pavement below.

The unmistakable cracking thud, and the subsequent pool of blood from under her, told Whip that it was finally over. She leapt deftly back down from her high point to face the rest.

With five of their number dead, and both Adelheid and Whip only sporting a few injuries, the remaining seven had to think of something, and fast. The leader and his katana-wielding right hand man stood back, gauging everything; the right hand was standing more in front, protecting his boss. They seemed to be having trouble figuring out where to start, with the chaos of the others getting in the way; in addition, this was a test for a few of these men to see if they were even good enough to join.

They had not expected these two to be as vicious together as they were.

Two men nodded to each other; after Whip had dealt with the knife-throwing woman, she had paused to gather herself and Adelheid had caught one coming up behind her with a knife; a bloody slash later and Whip was sporting a nasty slice along her collarbone...dangerously close to her neck.

Hearing her cry of pain from the sudden and vicious attack from behind drove Adelheid into a madness that he had never felt; flying at the man-ignoring everything behind him, to barrel him to the ground. He kicked him in the face as he was down...though did not use full force. He did it again. And again. His face grew bloodier with each blow.

This was worse than any time with the music, because he knew what he was doing.

Adelheid finally stopped holding back-he could have ended it in a single blow if he had wanted to, but Whip's painful yell and the stream of blood that had come from her did something to him. The kicks now turned into brutal stomps with his heavy boot-heel.

By the time he was finished, even the ground beneath him was a cracked, red, sodden mess, steaming in the cold. One of the men who saw the look in his eyes in the shadows took a step back.

Whip suddenly braced and pointed the Desert Eagle behind Adelheid; she fired, and the man-the one's friend whom Adelheid had forgotten about for that moment, who had been about to plant his huge, jagged blade between Adel's shoulder blades-lost a rather massive portion of his head as he-and the remains-tumbled down, further bloodying the ground.

He looked at her with a slightly guilty look, realizing that he had lost himself, though she only nodded at him, understanding.

Down to five, they started to get desperate.

Whip went at one with Voodoo; cracking several times, she wrapped one around his leg, and pulled with all she could; managing to trip him up-the leverage even making him airborne at the moment-he flew up, only to meet one of Adelheid's Genocide Cutters directly to the back of his head, killing him instantly in a spray of blood. Almost immediately following this, Whip had uncoiled Voodoo, sending it around another man's neck; motioning downward to Adelheid, and pointing her eyes skyward, he understood what she wanted to do.

He lifted one of his legs-his left one, which was slightly less messy at the moment, halfway up; she grasped onto his calf with one hand, and in one motion he leapt, kicking out to toss her over to the other side in one crescent motion; as he did this, she combined the force with a massive tug, breaking the man's neck and sending him to the pavement before landing on her feet. She looked back at Adelheid with a smirk at that.

He returned it, winking at her.

That little maneuver caused one of the men to start to back off, only to be shoved back up by the right-hand man.

That said, the final three were fairly skilled; they didn't become the big dogs through weakness. Coming at them at once, they fought with long knives and the right-hand man had his katanas; all coming at them in a whirl of blades now-it was almost like the lesser skilled members of their lot had been holding them back, since they had to end up working around their clumsier strikes.

It was, at least, a valiant last effort.

Both Adelheid and Whip tried to dodge the blows; they were mostly successful, but it was difficult due to the fact they were fighting more desperately. They took hits to their arms and torso mostly; Whip took a hit to her leg that caused her to buckle-it was a sweep that seemingly hurt her knee. She regained her balance, however, and the adrenaline of the two seemed to just make them ignore their wounds, which were starting to pile up. Adelheid took a strike to his nose from a backhand; Whip one to her lip, causing blood to run from both.

Deciding to go after the leader, Whip started by dashing in to smack him across the face with the butt of Voodoo; his nose breaking from the sound, she dodged back to crack him several times with it; as he reeled from the strikes-which opened gaping wounds in his arms-she flew at him with a kick, jumping back again, and wrapped Voodoo around his neck. She looked at Adelheid.

He took this as his signal to dash in himself, greeting him first to the chest once and the face twice with a ferocious kicking combo, causing more blood to fly with each strike. He fell, dead from either those blows or his shattered spine-or both.

The right hand man-now the new boss, apparently-mused these two fought much better together than his group did, who mostly just got in each other's way. The little arena they had led them to was a mess, needless to say; these criminals had messed with the wrong people and died violently.

He began to swing at both Adelheid and Whip, as the other man tried to escape to call for backup; preferably heavily armed backup.

As Adelheid dodged another blade blow, he spun to see Whip quickly fire her gun at the escaping man; hitting him squarely in the chest, it caused a rather grotesque splatter on the wall behind him as he stumbled back from the force.

Seeing the right hand abandon his attack on him and run up to swing at her from behind, though, caused him to bring his hand up instinctively to block the blade; he grit his teeth as he felt it bite into his flesh. It was slightly tilted in a way that it didn't go all the way in, but it was enough to prevent Whip from getting hit.

The man jumped back, swinging the katana around; seeing Adelheid's bloody hand caused her to snap out with her whip and wrap it around the man's right arm; tugging, she forced him to stumble and drop the katana to the ground. Before he could try to pull Whip off balance with his weight, Adelheid brought his boot down onto the blade, shattering it. He was pretty sure Whip dislocated his elbow in the process, judging by the look on his face.

Down to one sword and clearly outmatched, everything almost happened at once.

Whip tugged at Voodoo, dislodging it and almost pulling the man off balance; he stumbled, but still tried a clumsy slash toward Adelheid, who was closer.

Jumping back, he managed to dodge the right-hand man's remaining katana; he led low with his leg to trip the man up. While he was very skilled in the use of his blade and had incredible balance, having shown this just now managing to keep his feet, he lacked the sheer brutal strength of the Orochi-touched young man; he was unable to keep his footing. Adelheid leapt backward, bringing his leg up and around, he brought it down in the terrifying heel strike that he would use against grounded opponents; the horrid, wet crunching sound as his huge boot connected with his head rang out; the granite below also cracking from the force. He stood, panting, looking at the corpse as blood spewed from the terrible remains, the katana still in his tightened fist even in death.

Whip placed her gun away, curling her whip up as she limped over to him; both of them had managed to collect a fair share of wounds. She looked down at the corpse before looking back up at Adelheid.

"You certainly know how to end a fight," she said, a bit of gallows humor coming out. She was not squeamish, thankfully.

He looked over at her, snorting laughter before standing away from the mess. "I try not to start them unless it's for sport. But...if they insist…" he said, forgetting about his dripping hand for a moment before going to almost immediately examine her instead in the soft light. Using his non injured hand, he lifted her head to use his thumb to gently wipe away some of the blood from the corner of her lip. His deadly self-defense instinct had faded, replaced by his caring one.

She smiled at this, her glove wiping away some of the blood from his face; most was not his own, though his nose bled some. She was more concerned about his hand. "That looks bad," she said, looking at the gaping wound across his palm where he stopped the blade. "What possessed you to stop a blade with your hand?" she said, looking at him with a skeptical eyebrow raised.

He shrugged-sheepishly, like he would sometimes around her, as if they hadn't gotten done taking out half of a criminal syndicate. "I guess I thought I was catching the flat. Besides, I use my legs more in a fight. And that blade was coming right for you."

Whip at that point looked a bit guilty; she did at that point fail to account for the fact he may go after her, since he was busy fighting Adel-they both did. She did snort some laughter, though-humor, even black humor, could get one through more harrowing things. Realizing they both came close to probably getting holes blown in them a few times during this, she suddenly kissed him where he stood; it was not long, but it was welcome to both of them. "Let's get out of here. We need patching up. I think there's a place where we can hide out."

Nodding, he rubbed his side where he took one of the nastier hits and held her hand with his good one; he supported her injured leg. "Can you walk alright?" he asked, concerned.

She nodded. "Probably best to not let it get stiff."

When they reached the seediest hotel they could find-one that lacked a typical front desk and you handled everything yourself, as to not raise questions-they quickly retired to a room. They had that nice suite-with all of their things, including Whip's field kit-waiting for them at the hotel about a half hour walk away, and getting there using side streets and the like wouldn't be a problem, but there was no way they could show up there until they cleaned themselves up considerably. Plus, their wounds needing looking after sooner than later.

Dropping his keycard on the table, he turned to see Whip looking at him. She motioned to his coat and shirt. "Take those off. I need to look at you," she said.

"I'm fine. It's ju-"

"Off," she said, her eyebrow raising as she watched his hand ooze blood. "You were fighting the brunt of the worst ones and you know it. And you get closer than me." His trousers and boots were fairly well covered in it, though most of that belonged to the enemy, she knew.

He nodded, sliding his longcoat off, as well as stripping off his rather sliced-up shirt. Whip put all of the lights on that she could and examined him, wincing a bit. She made sure all the curtains were shut.

Sticky and drying blood caked his pale skin. His torso was covered with quite a few slashes, to be sure; some looked deep. One in his side looked particularly nasty; any worse, and he may have ended up losing more blood that was healthy, had he not been so robust. She grabbed all the towels she could to try to care for him; she also ran out to the hallway to grab the large first aid kit that was on the wall for emergencies-she was surprised this place was up to any sort of building code-as she figured there would be disinfectant and bandages in it; thankfully, there were. There were hospitals, yes, but they didn't want to raise too many questions. Authorities would be called, no doubt-even if they cleaned the opponents' blood off of themselves...authorities who may well be bought off by certain other unsavory individuals to compound their troubles.

"Stand near the sink," she said. It was a bit old looking, but it would have to do; it looked clean at least, and she wiped it and the counters down with some of the disinfectant. "We'll do this more properly when we get back to the suite." She wet one towel with hot water and used what soap she could find for it; she started by gently washing all of his wounds with it. Like the rest of her group, she was at least trained in basic field medicine.

"You're more gentle than Ralf," he said, smirking. They hurt some, to be sure, but it was nothing he couldn't handle.

She looked at him as he leaned against the counter, trying to bite back the pain from her own wounds. "I try," she said, smiling softly. She didn't want him to hurt any more than he probably was. She paused to wipe some of the dried blood from his nose, which had stopped bleeding.

"You know I'm helping to take care of yours after this," he said.

"With your bad hand?" she said, pointing down at it.

"I can handle it. It's not that bad." He flexed it. The wound across it was at least three inches long at a slight angle, and went down fairly deep; it oozed a bit more blood. Whip grit her teeth when she saw that. Shooting an opponent was one thing, and she didn't blink at Adelheid's more monstrous killing blows these days, but she couldn't stand to see him hurt like that.

"This should be stitched...but I don't think we'll be back in time to stitch anything up. It's going to scar."

"So will the rest of these. Doesn't matter." He chuckled.

Whip smiled softly back, pausing to slide her coat off, which had a few slices on it as well. Her tank top underneath had some too, though some of the slashes had hit her bare arms instead; that came off too and she was down to her bra as Adelheid frowned at her wounds. She then went back to cleaning him gently with the sink full of hot, soapy water, before being satisfied they were all clean enough, including his hand. He hissed finally, however, when she began pouring disinfectant on them.

"I wish we had some strong alcohol, like...now," he said grimly. Being back in the US at the moment, he knew the Sky Noah was still stationed in Germany...and with it, most of their good stuff. "I'll fly us home tomorrow...we'll probably need to explain a few things." He thought. "I could call Henrik to get us a private flight. Commercial...they might wonder what happened to us."

"Yeah...too many injuries. We'll probably raise too many questions."

"I'll get in touch with him tomorrow. We may need to just crash here tonight."

She nodded, taking her knife, and after cleaning it, cut strips off of one of the towels to tie around the wounds that she could after she covered them in some of the disinfectant. Luckily one was long, so it was able to reach around his waist and chest; Adelheid was not a man with a small build by any stretch of the imagination, so she was wondering if that would work out.

"These should be okay for your side," she said. "Trying to spare what they gave us here for the smaller ones." She began to wrap the rest of his wounds with the more proper ones.

"Save some for yourself," he said.

When she finished, he stood, flexing. "Thank you," he said, before leaning forward to kiss her.

Whip returned it, letting it linger a moment. Some of the smallest wounds were left open, but his worst ones were bandaged. She remembered the last time he ended up like this, and shook her head. She stood by the counter herself as she emptied the sink to refill it with fresh water to start anew. "Mine aren't bad," she said. Indeed, she had managed to dodge most of him.

"You're quick," he smiled, as he took a clean towel himself. He was not particularly trained in this, but he could wash them for her at least and help with the harder to reach ones with some instruction. "This one doesn't look good, though," he said, pointing to the one on her collarbone. "Came far too close." He'd kill that one again if he could. Adelheid-when he was in his right mind and not driven to his berserk rage-may not have enjoyed taking out enemies, but when he had that man on the ground after he had nearly slashed her throat, he relished every bloody stomp. It almost scared him.

"I also know how to keep a distance," she said. He could kick out the energy with his legs, she knew, but he seemed to like being right in there-not to mention errant blasts could cause collateral damage; they were useful at times though for sure. Her armaments were good for letting her keep away from her opponents and gain the advantage. "Lucky I had my gun for that other one."

Adelheid was now the one who looked a touch guilty. He had let the situation overcome him, he knew. He very gently cleaned the wound near her neck; while he was no expert, she was pleasantly surprised with how light his touch was.

"But...let me say," she added as he finished washing her wounds, going to pour disinfectant on the one on her back before he made sure her lip was okay. "While I have fought with many...my little brother, his friends, Ralf, Clark, Heidern, Leona...I can't remember the last time I...felt so...connected. So safe. In battle." You aren't supposed to feel safe in battle, she thought to herself. But next to you, I do.

He handed her the remaining bandages so she could take care of the ones on her arms and front, since he knew she would be better at it; he did, however, take care of the one on her back still, as well as her collarbone. "I always fought solo in tournaments. After this, though?" he said, gently finishing as he stood back to watch her.

"Are you saying you'll finally take a partner?" she smirked.

"For fighting...yes."

"Only for fighting?"

He smirked at her as she finished, leaning against the wall. "I mean, what else do you want me to say?" he said, an amused tone to his voice.

Standing, she put everything down and gently pushed against him; mindful of his wounds, she slid her hands behind his head and kissed him rather fiercely; she did not even think about the pain in her own lip, or anywhere else. His own good hand going behind her head, he returned it. It felt like the stress, worry, and pain of the night was now falling off of them at once, and they stayed there, for a long time, before breaking it.

Afterward, he kept his hand on the side of her head. "I am so sorry you ended up involved in all of my family problems. I was...trying to avoid this." He looked down, his mood changing with the breeze it felt like; his feelings started to churn again. It was a mix of the adrenaline, the night's slaughter, guilt, pain...and something more.

"You think I didn't know the risk?" Whip replied, placing a hand under his chin. "I never cared. You have to realize that by now. I don't fear attacks. I know you don't, either." Her own emotions were a roller coaster right now, as well. "Just like with you, I too am no stranger to enemies."

"You know I will stand up there with you and fight every last one of yours. But do you really want to invite more into your life?" Adelheid had grit his teeth. His emotions were almost at their limit. He had no idea what was happening with himself right now.

"Yes!" Whip said, loudly. "Yes. I love you and I don't care what or who comes with it. I will fight them with you. Every one." She didn't think the actual confession would come out at a time like this, but it did. A tear finally slid down her cheek.

Adelheid blinked at her words, his own throat getting a lump in it. Instinctively, his finger slid up and brushed away the tear, trying to keep his own back.

"Seirah...I love you too," he said, his voice breaking a bit. "You know I'll never let you fight your past alone, either."

She looked up at him again, smiling softly. "I knew ever since I saw you looking into the NESTS info." She caressed the side of his face. "I knew you were hunting for some of them. I knew that's what this whole trip was about in the first place. We just...ended up running into one of your problems by chance instead."

"You...knew?"

"I learned my intelligence gathering from Heidern, Adel. You think you could have hidden it forever? I'm trained in military intelligence. You might be stronger than almost anyone has a right to be and know how to deal with varied syndicates...but we know what to look for." Her smile turned into a smirk. "When I found that out...that you were hunting for them on the side to help me...I think that's when I resolved to do the exact same for you. Even if it gets me in a bit of trouble." She wondered what Heidern would have to say about all of this. Given he hadn't tried to call yet...she suspected it was not going to be too bad, but she did expect a lecture on safety, at the very least. She put one hand on either side of his face, smiling sadly. "Adelheid, I knew you were trying to help me this whole time. And I thank you. So much."

Her words made him blink and look off to the side, and he raked his bandaged arm across his eyes, ostensibly to get some of the sting of the disinfectant smell out. He then pressed his forehead to hers as he would, gently cradling the back of her head with his good hand.

"Let's finish up," she said, kissing him once. "We'll figure out what to do from here."

Adelheid stood up again and laughed, scratching his head. "How messed up are we," he started, "When our first love confession comes in the bloody bathroom at a crappy hotel after we just got done murdering half of a syndicate?"

Whip, too, laughed. "I think...we were both destined for something like this, let's face it. If it wasn't some of our enemies...it was going to be yours." She winced in pain as she moved wrong. His hands gently held her against him.

Adelheid grimaced. "Any painkillers in that box?"

"Sadly not," she replied. "I'll manage." Giving him one last kiss, she walked slowly to the bed to lay back, her legs dangling off the edge. "We can get some when we get back. We...might need to look into how they knew we'd be here, though. Eventually. Not this second."

He nodded, pulling off his boots and trousers in the bathroom to clean them the best he could tomorrow, and sat next to her on the bed, looking down at her as she lay there. The wounds stung, for sure. It may be that as the adrenaline slowly wore off, the pain ended up getting a little worse. He could tell by the look on her face she was in a similar predicament. "I wish we had managed to get what I planned on getting by coming here. But...guess we were followed or something."

"I noticed lately some of those recent deals had gone a bit...sideways."

"Yeah. I probably should have known before leaving." He rubbed at one of the bandages. "No one knew what I was looking for. All I know is that I booked the trip and came here, and ended up getting a message from that guy telling me that he had some things I needed." He shrugged. "He was definitely tipped off."

Whip nodded. "At least we cut off the head of this snake, as it were." She watched him as he lay down on his good side, propping up on his arm to look at her. "We just need to find who spilled stuff to them." Shifting a bit again, she touched the comforter they were laying on. She made a face at how threadbare and kind of dirty it felt.

"I'm not sure I even want to sleep under this blanket," he said. "I'm not sure if I trust it."

"This place is...not ideal, no," Whip agreed.

"We do have our things at the suite. If...we could make it back…"

Smirking, she also propped herself up the best she could. "We'd have to clean our clothes pretty well...but I can make it."

"I can carry you if need be."

"Not with that side wound."

"You're light."

"It'll reopen." She touched his mouth when he started to talk again. "I'll be fine," Whip said as she leaned forward to kiss him. "Let's clean our clothes quickly."

"Probably need to scrub the blood out of the bathroom, too…"

"Yeah. Though I'm pretty sure this place has seen worse."

Adelheid snorted laughter at that.

It took them the better part of two hours, but they finally got everything clean. Whip was luckier; while her outfit was brown and some of the blood did stand out, she didn't have nearly as much on her as Adelheid, whose more up-close style combined with his crushing strikes tended to mangle enemies right in front of them. His clothing was dark enough, though, that it was mostly able to be hidden.

By the time they were finished, there was nothing to be done with the towels which they'd have to get rid of, but the room itself was clean and they were redressed in their damp clothing. In the direct light things looked suspect, but they could slip into their hotel without a problem. It's not that they were completely worried about trouble as they could take care of things, but at this point they wanted to avoid as much as possible.

Looking outside, Adelheid laughed again. "It's...snowing," he said, a little surprised, though given it was winter he probably shouldn't have been.

Joining him, she shook her head. "I usually like snow. Why now though?" They would be quite cold by the time they returned.

"I like it too...but yeah. Nothing to be done. Let's get back."

Leaving the room behind and grabbing all of the bloodied towels, they slipped out of the place, left the keycard, dumped the towels in a dumpster and began their trek back to their nicer hotel. They wondered what was going on back at the Raven Club, which was clearly a hideout for unsavory types, but they weren't about to check.

Adelheid walked next to her, supporting her injured leg, both of their minds still racing with everything that had happened that night. They paused at one point to look up at the sky to watch some of the snow blow in front of the streetlights, letting the quiet of the city calm them.

A/N: I regret none of these tag/combo attacks I had them do at *all.* Including when he launched her with his leg.

Yeah coming up with combo attacks for these two was *fun*. Some of it I had even labbed out in KOF XI. Other stuff I just made up. Also, yeah, don't let these two see each other get hurt, apparently. I don't write fight scenes left and right anymore; mostly when they show up they're rather short, but given the series is King of Fighters I decided to include a story that involves a more extended scene.

I am pretty inspired by the manhua with the fight scenes; that and some of the more intense endings like Yagami Team '96 and New Faces Team '97. KoF has had its fair share of scary fights, even if it doesn't go Mortal Kombat. The manhua get pretty brutal(though more maybe PG 13 to 15, depending.) I wanted to play the fight scene sort of like a darker version of Final Fight or something, where the bossier guys come out near the end. Also you might wonder how mooks can hurt them with knives-IRL when they discuss disarming someone with a knife-even the unarmed person is trained-most anyone will tell you that getting cut is inevitable. These guys were a couple steps above untrained; no true match for them but in numbers could cause a fair bit of pain. Even solo they could have taken these guys, though I think a lot more bullets would have flown from Whippy and Adelheid would have just went off with the Reppukens/GCs, building integrity be damned.

Adelheid's big heel stomp he uses against some people was actually lifted from the comics; he does it a few times in that and it's strong enough to cave in entire steel floors. It almost seems like the comics meant that to be his version of the Dead End Screamer; I have to say the nice-guy son's is a lot more brutal looking. Also in the comics he tends to try to aim a whole lot of nasty head-kicks at people to end fights. I suppose I can see why, once you see the intense damage he does to actual steel and concrete in those.

Most importantly, though, besides fighting or anything else, at least these two finally told each other how they really felt. It doesn't matter where it happens, but they deserved to know.

(Also, how the hell did a random syndicate dude know about NESTS? Did he even, or was it a complete setup?)