Brockton bay was described in the books as a shithole of the highest order and i can't find it in myself to disagree, sure there are ok places like the boardwalk or near the PRT HQ and Rig but other than those it reminds me of fucking Detroit. "ok what the fuck how is my luck this bad" not even 60 meters in front of me was fucking hookwolf getting in a punch up with fucken Oni-Lee. contemplating my options i decided to use some ink to make a Martian Manhunter tattoo and change my face to the most basic ass white boy I could imagine after a while of trial and error. after thinking it over just a bit more i decided to add a bit of extra oomph and add the taskmaster symbol to the back of my left palm.

checking if the taskmaster tattoo was working i watched the fight for a while and learned their personal fighting styles, hookwolf having no creativity just fights like an animal, all instinct. while Oni-Lee doesn't really use a fighting style because he doesn't really need to accept the basics, with his teleportation all he really needs to do is hold his own and then he can teleport and leave a clone to suicide bomb his opponent.

waiting until Oni-Lee teleports in my general area i evaluated the scene around me finding dead body from the fight. i felt my anger grow that these murderers weren't hunted down and killed for all the crimes they have committed. with a crunch of ash collapsing in on itself oni-lee was just in my range. as Oni lee appeared I swung lashing out with my right fist right at his ribs but missed by just a hairs length and he was gone again leaving a pile of ash. "huh guess i don't have enough experience to fight at full strength" i turned to hookwolf "anyway what are you doing?" i asked with a monumental effort to keep a straight face. hookwolf didn't seem to like my face as he growled and charged "oh ok guess i don't get to use any quips with you but that's alright" 'snick' "ill just beat the shit out of you" with a massive grin i charged.

dodging to the left to avoid a harsh claw swipe aiming for my head i swung with my left at where his throat would be if he was a wolf, with an ear-piercing screech my claws ripped through his entire neck cleaving his whole head off. jumping away I called out "fucking Christ" a moment later his head was back "oh yeah you have a core" I facepalmed then grinned moving the ink from taskmasters tattoo up to my mouth and tongue creating the Inumaki clan tattoo. feeling giddy I called out "sleep" my voice came out in an echo visibly rippling the air around me, looking around while keeping my eye on Hookwolf i saw my cursed speech affecting everyone around me but wasn't working as fast on Hookwolf but was still affecting him.

seeing that cursed speech was working I went to reinforce my order "st" but was cut off by having to cough up blood. "fine cursed speech won't work" I moved the tattoo to the center of my back changing it into the magnetos iconic helmet "let's try magnesium" grinning as I felt the power settle i spoke. "alright you Nazi prick let's see what happens if I separate all of the metal from your body " with a massive grin I lifted my hand to hookwolf.

controlling metal was harder than magneto made it look as you had to focus on all the different types of metal you wanted to control not just the whole object, good thing i didn't need fine control to rip hookwolf apart all i needed to do was remove the metal from the non-metal. picking up hookwolf with magnetism i slowly and i mean slowly started pulling blade after blade from his body manipulating all of the rest so they wouldn't heal the hole i spoke "so asshole what's it like being ripped apart blade by blade. I mean i know you don't feel pain from the metal but you must know that im getting close to your core right"

he seemed to realize that as well as he started struggling harder and harder to get free, eventually resorting to trying to shift back to human thinking i was Manton limited. watching hookwolf transform was fascinating he seemed to fold in on himself and his core spreading over his blades going from blades and hooks to human in a few seconds, after letting him finish i spoke again "really resorting to changing back to human" i shook my head "guess what dumbass im not Manton limited and I can still feel the metal you keep under your skin."

he started struggling harder after my control hadn't slipped from him becoming human again. his struggles to escape increased to a new level as i slowly started to increase the pressure i was exerting over all of him keeping his blades for emerging or healing. now i turned my attention to the teleporter in the room seeing as cursed speech didn't seem to effect parahumans as much normals. looking around and not seeing any sign of oni-lee i decided to take some ink from a nearby sign just incase. watching the ink liquify and slither over to me reminded me of venom, for a second I wondered If I could become venom.

with hookwolf indisposedand oni-lee gone i decided to try something else moving some of the new ink around i created a new tattoo in the form of a purple skull without the jaw. similar to using wolverine's claws i felt the augments cascading through my spine and spreading outwards, when it was finished i pulled up my hand examining it seeing a purple circuitry patterns carving their way from my spine to my shoulders weaving it's way to my hands leaving an ominous purple glow. waving my hand in an Intimately familiar yet foreign way a screen appeared from behind my moving hand showing all types of things from the local news to police radio chatter. finding the one specific radio frequency that belonged to the Hero's communications was harder than I expected but then again I got the powers and abilitys bit not the mastery.

turning my attention to the floating Nazi i noticed that his struggling had still not ceased even after all this time which was nonsensical but then again who in this world was sensible. "you do realize that there is nothing you can do escape right?" i had to ask why he was still fighting but wasn't able to get my answer as the sound of a heavily altered motorcycle interrupted my conversation. looking to where the sound was coming from i couldn't help but sigh i could see that this incident was already called in and Armsmaster was coming i got too lost in my observations of the local network, seeing as alerting the PRT about this wasn't needed anymore i removed the Sombra tattoo.