Highrise and the knife wielder glared at each other, daring for one to make the next move. Suddenly the knife wielder rushed forward, intending to run his blade through Highrise's gut. Slipping to the right, he matched the blade with his baton then did a swift kick to the gut, knocking the thug back.
Highrise pointed his baton, daring the man to make a move.
Trying again, the man rushed and swiped his blade in different directions, Highrise dodging each slash, before he ignited his aura through his legs to rocket into the air, planting his feet on the ceiling.
"HEY! GET DOWN HERE!" The thug yelled as he pointed his knife.
"If you say so..." He said with a smirk as he rocketed down to the man before he spun around and slammed the back of his shoe onto his head with a hammer heel, causing his eyes to bulge. Flipping back, Highrise ignited aura into his foot and perform a high kick to the chin, knocking him into the air Before he could land, Highrise quickly slid forward, his aura surrounding him to kick the man into the wall, knocking him out.
"That takes care of that." He said as he went off to find his fellow wolves.
Knives walked up to the bat wielder, swaying her hip as she played with one of her knives.
"Hope you don't mind, big boy. I'm in the mood to play." She taunted with a smirk.
"No worries, babe. I'll be gentle." The big man said, grinning as he swung his bat but Knives extended the blade of her stiletto to block the attack before she moved it to push kick the man in his gut, sending him a few steps back.
The batter growled as he tried to swing again but Knives leaned back as she kicked the bat into the air and threw two of them at the bat, igniting them with her aura to destroy it.
"My bat! You little BITCH!" He roared as he rushed to her like a mad bull. Knives simply spun around and drew her blade, shoving it right into the center of his back. The man gasped as blood gushed from the wound and he started to drool blood. As soon as he fell to his knees, Knives whipped out another knife and slashed the man's throat, ending his life as he fell forward, a pool of blood forming under him.
"Men. All muscle and no brain." She said as she wiped the blade with her hands, Ghostface style.
With Copperfield, he was busy blocking bullets from the gun of the suit.
"You are one dumb son of a bitch. Bringing a knife to a gun fight." He said as he reloaded.
"There is more to me than a simple dagger. Observe!" He said as he threw it into the air, snapping his fingers as it came down. It then split into seven daggers, causing the man to roll out of the way.
He tried to point his gun but Copperfield quickly waved his cape as he then turned into a red mist, spiriting away as a red phantom. The man tried to shoot but they just went through him.
"What the hell?!"
"I'm mist, fool. You can't touch me in this form. You on the other hand...' Copperfield then dove down into his human form as red ropes shot out of his sleeved, wrapping his hands as he landed.
'...I need a new guinea pig for a trick!" He said as he pulled him to one side, headbutted him before tying his hands to the railing. Grabbing a nerve, he knocked the man out and threw him over the edge, leaving him to hang by his hands.
"Abra Kadabra." He said with a bow and turned to see Knives looting the man she killed.
"Really?" He deadpanned.
"What? He won't be needing his stuff." She said as she fished out a wallet and phone. She then grabbed the man and positioned him by the window.
"Help me out." She said as Copperfield adjusted him by the open window.
"You do know Lucifer will wanna know, right?" He said with a frown.
"We'll cross that bridge when we get there." She said before tipping over the window sill as he fell into the giant bin outside.
Rampage and the thug he faced were busy glaring at each other, as they had their knuckles raised with Lincoln hiding behind a pillar. Suddenly, both rushed to the center and started to throw punches.
The thug swung left but Rampage dodged and delivered three aura infused punches into the gut before uppercutting the man back. Shaking his head to regain his bearings, the thug roared and delivered a strong right to Rampage's nose, causing it to bleed.
"Man, good right. I'll show my left." he said as responded with a left hook to the side of the jaw, hearing a crack.
With Lincoln, he was watching the bare knuckle brawl from his position is fright and awe. He watched the two men brawl it out, wincing when Rampage decided to grab the thug's head to give a devastating headbutt to the nose before slamming his fist into his gut before throwing the man to one side.
"Bastard...I'll bust you like a rag doll." The mohawk man growled, spitting out some teeth.
"Bring it, asshole!" Rampage dared, raising his fists.
What he didn't realise was that the thug had fished something from his boot, a glint of steel shining in the dim light.
But Lincoln saw.
"Oh no...a blade. I-I can't just let that punk stab him...but...I'm just a kid...I can't..." Lincoln said as he shook in place.
As the blade slowly revealed itself, Lincoln found his legs moving. He rushed to the man with his pipe raised and with a battle cry, slammed it on the back of his head.
The man's shades fell off as his eyes bulged and he dropped the knife. Rampage saw the blade and immediately put two and two together.
"Bringing a knife to a fist fight?!' He growled. 'You sick bastard." He said as he grabbed him by the neck and too him to one side.
"Thanks kid. But you may want to look away."
Lincoln did that as Rampage held him in his grip.
"Thanks for the brawl. Here's your going away present." He said as he let him go before slamming his fists together to ignite the aura in his arms.
With a blur of punches, Rampage began to punch a series of hooks simultaneously and quickly, blood and teeth flying from his fists. Rampage didn't let up as he continued to punch away, even punching off skin as he did.
With one final uppercut, Lincoln winced when he heard the crack and a thump. Turning around, he saw Rampage wiping his knuckles as he glared at the battered corpse of the thug.
"Rest in pieces, you piece of shit." He grunted before turning around. He then saw Lincoln pale as he saw the body.
"Ah geez..." he groaned with a facepalm.
"Umm...did you..." he spoke shakily.
He sighed.
"Sorry kid. But that is the role of the Crimson Wolves. Sometimes we leave with blood on our claws. But sometimes you need to get dirty if the streets are to be cleaned." He said with a remorseful look.
Lincoln didn't say anything, but he did end up emptying his stomach.
Rampage simply rubbed his back, allowing him to relax.
"You alright?" He asked.
Lincoln was still shivering as he wiped his mouth.
"Kind of..." he said, as he maintained his balance with his pipe.
Suddenly, both jumped at the gunshots and clangs.
"What the heck?!" Lincoln exclaimed, his shock overcoming his nausea.
"Sounds like Lucifer and Firestorm have their fangs out." Rampage remarked.
Virgil was roaring as he continued to fire like a madman, but Lucifer was looking bored, deflecting the bullets with his large sword.
"Wow. You are very underwhelming." He droned.
"SHUT UP! I'M THE BOSS HERE!" He yelled as he reloaded and fired again but Firestorm was next as she ignited her aura and allowed the blade to extend like a ribbon, wrapping it around his wrists. With one tug, she pulled him onto the ground floor.
Virgil got up with a growl.
"You lousy punks. No one makes a mockery of Virgil Simmons." he grunted but the two siblings leapt down to him.
"You sure, cause we are pasting you easily." Firestorm said with a smile.
"Grrr...RRRAAAAAGH!" Virgil yelled as he rushed to them, fists raised.
Lucifer didn't even bat an eye as he drew his sword faster than the eye can see and left several scars over the man's body. When he stopped, Lucifer sheathed his sword.
"Pathetic." He said.
"Nice one, brother" Firestorm tried to compliment but he just glared at her.
Clearly, their conversation wasn't finished from earlier. The two simply left and headed to meet up with the rest of the wolves.
But if one would realise, they would notice Virgil's fingers twitching as a black and red aura covered him.
Soon, all of the wolves had met by a cleaner door.
"The thugs and druggies taken care of?" He asked.
"Done and dusted." Highrise responded.
"We had to kill a few thugs though." Knives replied.
Lucifer frowned. "I was hoping to avoid bloodshed. But it can't be helped."
"So...what next?" Lincoln asked in curiosity.
"Well, we better check this room. It's cleaner than the rest of this dump. Who knows what they have in here? Any valuable, we'll take and then we'll call the cops on this place for them to take any uninjured thugs here." Lucifer explained.
Lincoln was confused.
"We work best if the cops leave us in peace. Whenever we go on trips like this, we make sure to minimise the damage but there are times where we have to shed blood." Lucifer confirmed.
Lincoln nodded in understanding but then his eyes caught something that made him gasp.
"Um...Lucifer? Do they also include a black and red light parade?" He asked nervously.
"Not all the time. Why?" He asked with a frown.
Lincoln just pointed and the eyes followed.
They saw why, for hovering above them was Virgil, surrounded in a fusion of dark red and black with his hands forming large cannons and having a pair of black and red batwings from his back. He then roared in a distorted voice:
"NO ONE FUCKS WITH THE BOSS!"
Holy HELL!
I am so sorry that I forgot this chapter.
But yeah, you all get to see the wolves in action but now they have to deal with a juiced up dealer. How will they handle. And can Lincoln handle his first proper conflict?
Hope he's ready for the wolves to hunt.
See you next time!