LukeMinhere

My apologies for the second quote, I just did a copy and paste of it. So I copied and pasted the other quotations, ending up with you being the "author" of it accidently.
Even though I quoted you, Shadowe, the post was not intended to be directly aimed at you.


I do apologize for my own comments. The troll ones will be removed probably by the time this is read. I am normally a very easy going person, however, this is not a good reflection of that at all. In the scheme of things, what does any of this really matter.

Good Luck All,
G O D Bless,
See you around,

SGB

Rockdog fixed his fedora, as he looked at the bay outside of his house. The people that were dumb enough to try and live here were slinking by, hardly glancing his way as if he would eat them if they did. Rockdog didn't mind that, showed respect, something he had earned in the last few months living in the heart of Bloody Bay.
Heroes on one side, Arachnos on the other, and one big war in-between.
Just what the Dog liked!
"You be gettin' that lazy butt over hear and eat before you go," Big Bertha called to his back. She was a rough woman, but Rockdog couldn't leave her behind on the Rogue Islands. She was like a scab you just had to scratch off, kind of a habit, so to speak.
Rockdog smelled the bacon, something he could well afford now that he was working in Bloody Bay. His mysterious employee kept him busy with jobs. Find this hero who is causing problems, destroy this base here or there. Never anything too hard. Never asked him to attack the Longbow base, something no one has survived. His credentials allowed Rockdog the use of the Arachnos base, but he had to mind his p's and q's while he was there. No need to make management mad.
Rockdog finished his meal, and slipped his hat on.
"Be back soon," he said roughly, and Bertha just nodded. Rockdog didn't fear for her when he was off working, she could take care of herself.
Upon exiting the house he could see some folks on the boardwalk, having quite a time with one of those Shivan things, big green aliens that you could see their innards. Rockdog made a disgusted face as one of the three teens was swooped up and deposited into the green goo. The others took that oppertunity to run for it, but didn't make it far. They were struck by radiation and toppled over in a heep of dead.
Rockdog chuckled, it was quite a show. Hadn't seen that in a while.

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Michael woke up early, thinking that he would be able to sneak out without waking his wife, allowing her to get some extra sleep.
No dice.
She was up before him, as always, no matter what time he planned to get up. She had coffee on and was finishing his breakfast. Two eggs over easy, a peice of toast and a glass of milk.
And they call him the super hero.
She looked like she had only been up a little bit before him, and offered him a still sleepy smile.
"Good morning dear," she said softly, so as not to wake their daughter.
"Morning," Michael called back, sitting down in the kitchen to his morning meal. The sun was just coming up, but it did not shine in the apartment yet, as the windows faced westward. Still he could see the sky dimly lit by the promise of clear sunny skies.
"Now about that date,"Glay smiled slyly, knowing well it wasnt something he would have considered fun.
"You should be worried," he teased anyway," young lady, pretty, wonderful fur coat."
Glay chuckled a bit. "A fur coat you say, she must have money."
"Grows her own furs, actually." He then told her the story of why he went, and what he was looking for.
"Well Paragon Vanguard, you need to be careful in places like that," and she was done.
"Ready for your meeting today?"
"Ready or not," he smiled, then look over his coffee cup to her. "What's on your agenda?"
"I need to bring Susan to get her shots, so it should be fun," she rolled her blue eyes as she said it, pushing a bothersome peice of hair from her eyes. She was in her late 30s but was still the prettiest girl he ever saw.
"I wish I could be there, maybe if the meeting cut short," he said, looking hopeful.
Glay smiled and nodded to him. She knew he would try, and probably cause himself more problems by trying to cut the meeting short, but there was no denying him. No one could change his mind, his own blue eyes were stern when he had his mind made up. She reached over and ran her hand through his short cropped blonde hair.
"Ok," she said simply, hoping for his sake he would be able to make it. Since he recieved his powers he has become the father of Paragon City it seemed, which is saying alot for a city of heroes.
"I also have to meet Manticore, ever heard of him?" he looked to Glay.
She nodded and motioned to the television, as if to say she had seen him on the news. Michael nodded.
"Well, if things go right with Manticore, I may be busy for a while."
"This has to do with that fire," she said, not so much asking.
Michael nodded.

Michael Summers didnt get home till well passed midnight, waking his wife up as he entered the apartment.
"That you dear?" she asked, but was almost certainly him, since no alarms sounded that would bring in the rest of Justice Inc down on anyone foolish enough to enter unwelcomed.
"It is, go back to sleep baby," he called back, but entered the room soon. "I have a little more work to do tonight."
"How was your night," she asked sleepily.
"Had a date with a teenage valley girl, but other than that, I didnt accomplish what I wanted."
"You have a meeting in the morning at PCU," she said, then kissed his cheek, "and you will have to wait till tomorrow to tell me of this date."
Michael smiled and covered her up to her neck, offering his own kiss to her forehead.
"I wont be long, just need to write some things down so I dont forget them," but by the silence he knew she was already back to sleep.
Michael poked his head in and checked on his daughter, who was also fast asleep, then headed to his study.
Fact was he accomplished nothing at Pocket D, except to get to know his young teammate a little better. Fyre Cat was more interesting than he would have guessed, and more knowledgeable of things than he anticipated.

Pocket D, a place set outside of reality it seemed, but Michael wasnt sure if it was a demension elsewhere, or a grand illusion.
The two entered the club, only after Fyre was told what Vanguard was looking for. She assured him she understood, the first time he told her.
"Dude, chill, I got it. Man you ole fogeys and your thinking that us young, pretty, bright sexy girls dont get it, geesh."
The two mingled a bit, but neither came up with any names that helped, although Fyre Cat did come up with a few names, and phone numbers, that she lazily tossed into her pocket, rolling her eyes as if she would never look at them again.
Nothing of the Crey, and no sign of the mysterious man in the trench coat.
"Man, I am telling you, this aint the place to find no uppity Crey employees, I mean, i doubt that countess chick would even let them off long enough to come here."
Fyre Cat may have been right at that, but it was worth a shot anyway. No leads equals taking chances. This wasnt exactly a big chance. No harm no foul, so to speak.
He watched the young lady dance around the club, and suddenly felt more like her chaperone than her teammate, and she didnt hesitate to use him as her chaperone when needed.
"Cant dude, pops over there has a close eye on me, and you know, like he wouldnt like me slipping out of here for nothing, but thanks no how, you know, any other time it would be a bogus night," she said, though Paragon was sure bogus meant she would never have gone anywhere with the young man, who was dressed like a Skull or one of those gangs in Atlas, even if he wasnt there. The young man was totally confused, and smiled it seemed in thanks, still unsure if she would be leaving with him.
As the night drew late, late for Paragon that is, he told the teen it was time to go.
"I am way past you on that one, like rocket distance. This place is kinna lame tonight."
Michael nodded a bit, the disappointment he couldnt hide.
"Dude, tell you what. I like know this guy, he is a member of the Freedom Phalanx, and like, last I heard, he wanted to check in on that Countess Crey chick, so like, if you think you want to maybe you can talk to him."
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"You need a lift back to the base?" Paragon asked as they arrived back in Steel Canyon. He was prepared to fly her there if she wished.
"Like i told you before dude, aint no date so you dont have to bring me back to my doorstep, besides, momma and daddy aint waiting with the light on at home so you aint getting no kiss no how," she giggled a bit, then in a blur of fur, she was on the move.
"His name is Manticore," the wind said as it blew gently against him, "and you can find him in Bricks duuuuuude."
Just like that, she was gone.
Paragon nodded to himself, straightened his jacket a bit, and was gone as well.

He wore the glasses, not really in need of them since the accident that granted him the super powers, but more as a means of comfort. Something that reminded him of a time more simple, when all he did was teach.
Those times however slipped away in the distant past, as the blue and white clad hero looked through names and faces.
"So dude, whatcha looking for," the voice sounded behind him, and he knew exactly who it was.
"I am looking through what files we have of Crey, looking to see if I see anyone I know," he offered without looking away.
Fyre Cat pushed against him as she too looked at the screen. This was Justice Inc base, and she had as much right to look at the screen as did the square professor. Her munching on an apple in his ear didnt seem to matter much to her either, though the professor looked over his glasses at her, she paid him no mind.
Michael Summers was somewhat use to dealing with the young, as he did teach a college course. However, right now, he was more wanting to persue this particular matter as Paragon Vanguard should, with dilegent mature focus. Something he felt Fyre Cat could not exactly help in.
He paid her little mind, and continued to flip through the files.
"So who you looking for pops?"
Michael blinked a bit at that, but let it slide off his broad shoulders.
"I encountered some men at a fire, it was a Crey building in fact. I am looking to see if I recognize anyone here, though I only really saw one face. The other was masked, and still, I suspect, one other was waiting outside."
Fyre Cat nodded a bit, rapidly, almost too rapidly. She seemed to be getting into this mystery now, something Paragon Vanguard had no intent of doing. He simply did not wish the aid of a young "Valley Girl" with dreams of adventure and want of fun. This was neither, and while he liked the fur covered young lady, he did not wish to involve her.
"Dont you have something to do right now, homework maybe?"
"Duuude, being a prof head you should know there aint no school right now. Holidaaaaays, heeeello."
Michael just nodded a bit.
"'Sides, I dont have nothing on my agenda. How lame is that? Tuesday night and boooooored. Should be a party somewhere. Always something at Pocket D, but I dont feel like dealing, you know man?"
Pocket D. Yeah, he knew what she meant, or at least he nodded as if he did. But he was nodding to more than that. Pocket D was a hotspot right now. It was an outside chance, but he may just run into the man in the trench coat.
"Sure you dont want to hit Pocket D? I have a want to get a drink there. Do you wish to come Cat?"
Fyre Cat looked at Paragon Vanguard, nose twisted a bit, blinking hard.
"Duuude, dont think its a date if i do go, you are like ancient, and aint you married?"
Before Paragon could clear it up, she was gone. Paragon dropped his head a bit, and sighed.
It wasnt a date he wanted, not at all. It was back-up, and while he didnt care for using the young girl, she was a member of the group, trained and all at a special school. No, he didnt like it, but she was available, and willing to help.
He just hoped that didnt mean getting her hurt, or worse.
In moments Vanguard was in suit and tie, glasses adorning his face as the ego of Michael Summers overtook the heroic Paragon Vanguard. Many knew they were one in the same, however, Michael got less attention, and people would really have to look to know it was the hero.
Then his "date" came up, causing the professor to blink a bit.
Clashing with his brown on brown conservative suit was a colorful, bright outfit adorned by a teenager. A smile covered her face, pleased that she would be accompanying the man on this adventure no doubt.
"Duuuude, is that how you plan to go, well, cant say we have time to catch you up to today but anyway lets get out of here, cause like, this place is stuffy, and you know it is a big Tuesday night...i think its ladies night somewhere but you know I dont have my ID that my friend made for me so if we are like drinking you will have to buy..........." and so she went on as the two left the building.

Burned file cabinets, scorched walls, melted carpetting. That was what he saw everywhere. Vanguard tried to retrace where he was when he saw what looked like burning footprints, but it appeared the fire did too much damage to accurately retrace those steps. He hoped the fire captain would have better luck.
Instead Vanguard began to look about to see exactly why someone would wish the place burned down. If it was Crey, then chances are they didnt do it to their own building, although, that was not out of the picture. For now though Vanguard chose to think of why someone else may wish the building destroyed.
Unfortunately, that answer was easy enough, considering there were many many reasons. Crey wasnt exactly a friendly to its competitors around the globe. They werent considered a friendly to some of the super groups. They werent on friendly terms with some of the most wanted villains either.
"This will drive you nuts," Vanguard told himself. The fire was out, and no one was harmed that he knew of. It may well be best to let the firemen....
Before the thought could finish he noticed a figure stood in a doorway to one of the offices, wrapped tight in a trenchcoat and looking at some paperwork. He didnt seem to notice the big guy at first, and Vanguard moved toward him.
"Stay where you are," he said, though he didnt turn or even acknowledge Vanguard in the slightest.
Vanguard stopped in his tracks. It simply seemed like the right thing to do.
"I went through alot of work to insure this part of the building was quiet for a bit of time. Cant say I was too pleased that you put that fire out, but I forgive you none the less."
The man turned, and offered Vanguard a friendly smile. The big man smiled a bit back, feeling as if he was caught in a childish prank. The man in the trenchcoat was surely no threat.
"I got what i came for so no hard feelings. I dont suppose you know how to decode...oh never mind that" again the friendly smile.
"Boss, want i should start..." Vanguard turned to a new comer, who stopped in his tracks upon seeing the big hero. Vanguard suddenly didnt feel at ease, in fact, he had a feeling this guy was no friendly at all.
"Slapflame, its good of you to join us," the friendly voice said again. Vanguard began to settle down once more, though this whole ordeal was seeming a bit stranger and stranger. He couldnt understand why the two seemed so familier to him, even the newcomer, Slapflame he called him, began to seem like someone he knew.
"Our friend here has helped with the flames, and we have what we came for," the friendly tone rang out. "Let us leave peacefully now."
Vanguard smiled a bit, and nodded as the two walked toward the window. They were both suddenly lifted into the air, and disappeared from view.
It was always nice to run into friends, Vanguard was left feeling. A smile curved at his lips as he began to think of the times he had with the two....with....the smile faded and anger suddenly took its place.
They were no friends of his, in fact, one was surely an empath to make him feel like they were. Those two were the cause of the blaze, and he just let them slip out.

A figure rocketted out of a window from the top floor, at speeds fast enough to break the sound barrier, and cause public servants and citizen gawkers to cover their ears and duck down. It circled up high, still causing the snow below to unsettled and buffet about, then shot out toward Atlas Park. Officer Barkley watched the whole scene play out, his interest causinig him to not duck or cover, in fact, he seemed to be one of the only ones still standing up and looking when the figure of Paragon Vanguard raced away.

"So if you look closely on the top floors you will see the burnt marks that I saw," the big man explained, as Spark's nodded, his eyes looking up to the top of the building.
"This place wasnt much of an office, I cant imagine what would have been so important for someone to trash it."
Vanguard shrugged a bit, having no ideas to offer.
Spark's tipped his helmet back a bit, letting the fresh cool air dry his sweat beaded forehead.
"I think I will snoop about some myself if you have no objections," the big man said, looking over to the captain.
"Well, our investigative team will be wanting to see things as pure as you can keep them, but, considering the job you did, I dont object as long as you dont remove anything."
Vanguard nodded, and knew he still had a few moments where he could look about the top floors in privacy. With a smile, his large form blurred at high speeds to the top of the building.
Barkley watched the blurred figure race to the top of the building, but couldnt get away from his duties keeping the traffic moving, and the pedestrians back. By the way the fire captain and the supe looked in conversation, it was more of a talk than just thank you and good night. Barkley had deep interest in just what that talk was about.

"I can take a hose inside," the caped man called to Captain Sparks. The captain nodded with a slight smile, his eyes flowing to the policeman by him, who also couldnt help but smile. Soot covered the heroes face, and there were patches of burnt material on his clothing. He was a large man, standing about 6'5. Huge muscles covered him, almost cartoonish in proportion. Red white and blue was his color choices, again almost cartoonish.
Captain Sparks couldnt help but think this man was a walking cliche' of a child's idea of a super hero. However, he had no intent of telling the huge man this.
"I also wish to warn you that this isnt necessarily a natural fire. I wont get into any specifics yet, I need to look more, but mayhaps keep your men at a safe distance for now."
The two nodded, and watched the hero fly back towards the building, trailing the hose behind him.
As he neared the burning building he looked back and nodded to the firemen manning the hose on the ground, and as the water rushed from the hydrant to the truck, and inflated the hose, the caped figured disappeared back into the flaming building.
It wasnt long before the fire was under control enough for the firemen to do their jobs. With coordination with the police officers, the super hero that helped, and the hard work of the fire department, the building was no longer in flames.

Sparks was covered with soot as he drank some water from the cooler. Water always seemed best after fighting such a fire. He saw his friend directing traffic and decided not to bother him, instead he searched about for the caped man that helped. If he was around, he wouldnt be hard to spot in that giddup, and true to that thought he soon saw him. Vanguard was pointing at something, talking to some of the firemen as he did so. He shook some of their hands as well, appearing to all be saying job well done to one another.
Vanguard turned his attention to Sparks, and began walking his way.

The fire lapped at him, and threatened to even burn his fire retardent outfit. Vanguard wasnt too worried, except the thought of being seen stark naked didnt appeal to him. Other than that, the fire would not harm him. He barely even felt the heat from it.
He would soon take a firehose inside, but he must first find where the fire was strongest. Once that was out it would be easier. A bit of powerful breath here and there helped to knock out some of the flames, but it wouldnt keep the building from buring down, only slow it. He would have to exit soon. Though his outside was near invulnerable, inside he was more human. Smoke inhalation would soon overtake even his oversized lungs.
He was finished checking it out anyway. He would gather the hose as he gathered fresh oxygen. Strangely, however, there was what looked like burning foot prints leading down the hall he was in. Vanguard wanted to follow them, but his burning lungs made the decision for him, and Vanguard quickly exited the building for a few gulps of cool fresh air.

"Get those men from over their, that side doesnt look to sturdy," Captain Sparks hollared. Thirty years on the fire department gave him a pretty good sense of when things were getting bad, and out of hand. So far they hadnt even been able to get into the building in hopes of saving it, and right now it appeared the best they could do was contain it to the single building.
"Do you even know what building this is?" asked officer Barkley, who looked like he hurried into his uniform at the last minute to get there.
"Not sure, but I would think it is Crey Industries, or related. Saw something looked like their signature on it."
Barkley nodded, and peered around at the crowd. If it had Crey on it, then the assumption should never be accident. He didnt share the faith in those people that some did, but his years in investigation taught him that.
"I know that look old friend, and my advice is to let us deal with it first." Sparks grinned a bit, but was serious. Barkley knew it and nodded. He had already lost rank and was no longer a detective due to investigating Crey Industries, and his friend was simply trying to protect him.
Sparks' eyes flowed to the gathering crowd behind the police barriers. They always seemed to pour out to watch a building go up, not minding the snow if they could see a good crash. Right now, however, they werent looking at the burning building, but above it. Sparks' eyes followed their's, and saw in the dusky sky a caped figure flying around the building.
"Its a Supe," Sparks' told Barkley, pointing the figure out. Barkley looked up and nodded.
"Statesman?" he asked, but even as he asked he knew the colors were wrong.
"Think its the one they call Paragon Vanguard," Sparks' replied. "He aint no Statesman but kind of happy to see him on this one."
Barkley just nodded and watched the figure enter the upper floors of the burning building.

The fire crackled as Michael Summers read Dickens. He enjoyed this time of year. The snow, the lit fireplace, the sounds of his wife and daughter doing their things racing through the back of his mind, while he read by the big window looking out over the park.
The apartment wasnt huge, but it was still roomy and comfortable. He had lived their now going on ten years, since he started teaching at Paragon City University, or as he liked to tell his daughter, at P.U. It always seemed to get a giggle out of her, leaving out the "c".
His eyes moved to the window, as the snow began to fall again. Evening was just setting in, and the flakes barely shown in the darkening sunlight. He layed his book down and stretched his legs. He relaxed many nights like this, in his soft bed pants, large fluffy house shoes that his daughter bought him...why she thought he wanted fluffy pink bunny house shoes he had no idea...but she did buy them for him, so it was enough to make him love them.
"Honey, would you like some tea?" Glay Summers called from the kitchen.
"I am fine dear. Do you need any help?" he called back, knowing what her answer would be.
"No, you relax dear," she said, letting it trail off, bringing a smile to his face. She may have enjoyed his company in their more than being alone, but his oversized frame simply took up too much room, making it impossible for her to move about.
She knew well who her husband was, as did others, though not the general population. He was a hero in a city of heroes. Not that he asked to be.
She also knew he liked being just a professor, a husband, and a father. It was this that made her sigh when she heard the tv announce the fire in Skyway. Though the volume was low enough for her to have to strain to hear, and Michael was reading a novel in his study, she knew he heard.
Michael Summer's may have been content with his life, but Paragon Vanguard was always listening for trouble.
"I must go," he said to her back, as she layed a wet freshly cleaned plate into the drain.
She forced a smile as she turned, her flowered house dress and apron spinning outward. She fully understood why.
"Be careful," she said, hugging him and kissing him gently.
A smile and wisk of wind later, Michael Summers was gone.

Note: I try to include people in my storylines, but of course will ask before I do. I have Vanguard on Virtue, and if you wish to be a part of rp, or make me a part of your rp, then feel free to contact me. Otherwise, please do not post ooc on this thread. You may send me a comment on PM if you wish. Thank you.

Just to add to this thread, same as most said. I dont see defience as useful. I have used it at full and saw nothing of use in it MOST of the time. There has been times that I did use it affectively however, which means yah, it is very bugged.
I dont rely on it. I would rather my health than the hope that I can get off a shot with full defience without being killed first. With that said, I love my blaster none the less, but wish we had the same advantages as the others.

Luke

"Bloody Bay," she said, shaking her head disbelieving.
"Thats where they're sendin' me toots," he shrugged, not really caring if she liked it or not. Rockdog and Big Bertha werent exactly a couple, but closest to one the two would ever get it seemed.
"First I got business to attend here though," Rockdog slicked his hair back and put his fedora on.
The man was huge, and he had to special order his clothes, including the hat.
"You're talking about Two Finger Joe aint ya?" she said. "You should leave that alone, caused you more trouble than its worth."
"Leave it alone eh," the Rockdog smiled a bit. "I dont think thats exactly how I work. He moved onto the west corner, the corner we all know is mine by rights. I left it 'lone for long enough. Cant exactly leave here and folks think its cause I am scared now can I?"
She had to admit he had a point. Two Finger Joe would surely take the oppertunity to say he ran Rockdog, the man was an oppertunist.
Rockdog however was just all bad temper and mean as a junkyard dog, something Two Finger Joe would find out soon enough. He moved on the corner when the Dog was gone to Boomtown to meet an old acquaintance on the "Council".
Rockdog just had other things to attend when he got back and never paid Joe much mind. Now, well, he couldnt leave loose ends.

Two Finger Joe had all of his ten fingers, and only a few knew why he was called Two Finger. It was actually quite simple, years ago he would order his whiskey, two fingers deep with cola. However so many have speculated that that meaning was lost long ago.
Now, he sat outside of his new building, not that he bought it perse, but it was his. He ran his trafficing out of it, and put his girls on the street in front of it. It was his corner, his little peice of the pie so to speak. When he saw the Rockdog coming, he was not worried. The big man was alone, and Joe had no intent of giving up his corner.

His men saw the Rockdog coming as well, one called upstairs as others came out. Joe just smiled. The big man was one tough son-of-a-[censored], that was true. However, thanks to a bit of supradine he ripped from the Trolls, so was his men. He also had Big Arms Bruno, mutent born and street raised, but that secret he would not let out just yet.
"Aint your block no more Rockdog, I suggest..." but he never finished, Rockdog hit his men hard, 3 of them falling immediately, one thrown right into Joe.

Rockdog was no fool. He knew Joe had something up his sleeve, but the Rockdog is not one to worry on things. Hit 'em and hit 'em hard. Overwhelm them with sheer force.
Two of the supradine enhanced thugs lay in a bloody pulp, maybe dead, maybe not. The other was getting off of his boss who was screaming for Bruno.
That of course could be trouble.
Rockdog grabbed the last guard by the back of his shirt and slung him to the brick wall, a crunch sounding as something broke. He wasnt sure exactly what broke, but he liked the sound well enough.
Joe pulled a piece out and began firing. Hard bullets too, because it rocked the Rockdog a moment, taking his breath away.
Should have wore his mesh, but ah well.
When he caught his breath he saw the pimp reloading, and took that time to rush him. Unfortunately it was at that time that something akin to a tank struck him and sent him flat into the street, taking a passing car out as he did.
"Rockdog, not sure if you know him, but this is Big Arms.."
"Bruno," Rockdog finished, catching his breath as he peeled himself from the wrecked car.
"We met before boss," Bruno said, taking off his overcoat and laying it to the side. Hard to believe but this guy was definitely bigger than the Rockdog.
Didnt matter, Rockdog knew this day would come, and it might as well be now. Bruno was building a reputation, and the two almost fought at D, but was stopped before they could.
Bruno walked slowly and carefully toward the Rockdog, who was now up and ready as well.
"Stay outa this boss, its between us two," he told Joe, who nodded with a smile.
Rockdog had no doubt the man would not stay out of it, as soon as he saw Bruno being laid down. He couldnt worry about that yet though. He had Bruno to deal with first.

Bruno threw the first punch, a jab to test Rockdog, but the Rockdog would have none of it. Hit them hard, hit them fast, overwhelm them with ferocity. That's what he was about.
A clubbing uppercut sent Bruno off his feet, but he was back up wiping a bit of blood, a smile on his face, before Rockdog could get on him. He offered his own haymaker in return, sending the Rockdog back and realing again.
This was not going to be easy.
Rockdog delivered a kick to Bruno's gut, doubling him over, then a knee to his face, but it only glanced as Bruno turned with it. It was then the two supradined thugs jumped on him, pummeling him and driving him back.
Bruno took the time to catch his breath.
They continued to hit the Rockdog, apparently driving him back away, blow after blow connecting as the Rockdog blocked one punch, took the brunt of another.
They were more annoying than painful, and driving the big man to get more and more pissed.
With a yell he sent a crashing blow down, hitting the pavement, the percussion sending the thugs flying. One dead the other close to it, before they ever landed.
Rockdog looked at Bruno who now realized the mistake that was made. The more you hit Rockdog, the madder he got, the madder he got, the stronger he got.
Shots were fired from behind Bruno, obviously Joe realised this as well.
Rockdog took them, one or two breaking his thick hide and entering him, but not deep enough to cause real damage. It was the force of the shots that hurt.
Then as suddenly as they started they stopped.
Rockdog and Bruno both looked to Joe, who layed helpless at the feet of a large woman.
"Get that sucker Rock," Bertha said, a smile on her lips, her foot ontop of Two Fingered Joe.
"You got it toots," he grinned, as Bruno's eyes widened, the realization that it was now really just him and Rockdog.

Two hours later Bertha dug the bullets from the Rockdog's thick skin. She was used to doing this for the man, who in turn always insured her own block remained peaceful enough for her ladies to work.
"Ow, you diggen' deeper than the dang bullets went woman," Rockdog fussed.
"That's what you get for letting Bruno escape, " she said, but a smile was on her face.
"Well, at least the fish have a good meal," he grinned.......

....and at the bottom of the river lies Two Finger Joe, oddly enough two fingers on each hand poking up while the others are closed in a fist.

The large man fixed his fedora, looking in the mirror one more time. It was true, he was not really what one would call a looker, but he didnt mind. Anyone calling him ugly just got a broken nose, or maybe worse.
Just didnt really matter.
He wasnt a villain, not really. He wasnt the typical whining [censored] "evil man" that has been carrion on the streets, swarming them like ants lately.
Everyone wants to be a bad guy. Even the good guys like to be bad. It was rediculous.
Who the hell was Recluse anyway? He never did a damn thing for Rockdog, everything the Rockdog got was done by his own hands.
Hustling, pimping, and yes, even robbing. But that aint evil, thats just living on the Rogue Islands.
So they got warrants? So what? Having the warrants to arrest the Rockdog didnt mean you could serve them. No, didnt mean that all.
Rockdog looked at the paper he was sent. Sent by some mysterious man. Interesting, why would anyone want to live in Bloody Bay. That place was a war zone.
Offer of daily cash. Rides. Best of all free living.
How could the Rockdog refuse.
He had things to do first though. Being evil and being bad is two different things. The Rockdog, well, he is just a bad man.

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