Pious

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"I say them through the thermal goggles loading something into the trunk" said the lieutenant, watching the perpetrator as he was driven off into custody. "We'll take a look inside once the fire crew have done their work. I expect this has been worth a whole heap of experience to you people, that is what you guys chase around right? Experience? Either way, you folks did a fine job of it, on behalf of this city I'd like to thank you three."

A fireman marched down to the lieutenant, holding two large holdalls overflowing with green money and sparkling gold. "SWAT team confirmed the total at approximately sixty million in cash and gold, sir. Good thing the fire didn't reach the trunk, the area was probably protected by this fire-hero guy, good job man" he reported, turning the load in to the police and making his way back to his truck.

Lieutenant Hicks walked up to Wolf Hound and congratulated him on a job well done. He turned his attention to the perpetrator who was just coming to. "Hey fool!" yelled the lieutenant, pushing the man to sit up straight and holding his hands together as he produced his handcuffs. "You got the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against your stupid arsse in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, the city will provide you with the dumbest motherf*cker on the planet, dressed up as a lawyer. Do you understand the words that are coming outta my mouth?"

The priest turned around just as Hick's men past him by, strategically searching the warehouse. "All clear" came the response, one after the other. The other gang members had ran or teleported out through a secret entrance. Pious produced a mobile phone from the inside pockets of his black trousers and dialed for the MAGI office. "Hang in there Stone Fist" said the priest, reassuringly. "I'll make an appointment with Azuria and I'll transport you back to Atlas in no time, you understand? You did a great job here today."

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Kwame was fast, he raised an arm to deflect the oncoming mallet but hadn't seen the fossilized fist coming at him from the other side. Pious's fist hit him square in the jaw, he stumbled back a little and Pious followed through with a flurry of ground breaking blows to the body. The whole building quaked as shockwaves recoiled through the walls and floors. Kwame instinctively spat out blood, his punishment was beginning to show. "By the powers vested in me by the City of Paragon and it's people, I hereby place you under citizen's arrest under suspicion of multiple murder, how do you plea? Be truthful and I shall be lenient with you"

"Nn.. not g-guilty" Kwame stammered, struggling to stay straight on his feet. "Too bad" Pious replied, swinging his arms wide and swooping in with a knockout blow that struck Kwame's jaw by the uppercut and sent him flying into a nearby wall, out cold but alive. "Search the warehouse" Pious instructed, walking away from the scene with disgust as Lieutenant Hicks and his men moved in to collect the killer.

"Don't worry about that, you won't be needing one" said the officer as his skin began to melt. He hauled a giant fist towards Stone's face with enough strength behind it to shatter a stone pillar.

"Er, yeah. Yeah I just need to get back outside for medical attention, please" he replied, hurrying along his way.

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"Gold, get the hell outta here, we'll cover you" came a yell from deep within the fog. There was a scuttling of feet and the sound of objects being knocked over. A police officer could be seen climbing out of the smoke, his uniform askew. He hurried across the firing line towards the doors, avoiding eye contact with the heroes.

"Stand back" Pious advised, as he charged for the wall. With a mighty blow, the area was showered with a storm of bricks, dust and debris. The police teams marched in tactically. The element of surprise was lost so they filed in proclaiming their presence loudly. "Freeze, Paragon Police" but they were met with a tsunami of gunfire. Row after row of officers were driven back by the sheer force of racing bullets, which tore at their body at random locations. "Mayday, mayday! We're under fire" came the distress call "I repeat, we're under heavy fire! This is senior officer Rick James requesting he-" was all he managed before receiving a headshot.

"Alpha squad in position" came a voice on the frequency. "Bravo, in position. Charlie in position, Delta in position" both Paragon and Rogue Isles police departments were running this as a joint effort. The small warehouse was completely surrounded but there was no clear entrance. Just solid walls. "Stone Fist, how strong are you in that body?" Pious asked, his own skin undergoing fossilization. "I think we'll need to charge and make our own door."

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The priest leap into the air from Stone's shoulder and withdrew a long silver sword from thin air. As he descended, he brought the point down with force and slammed it hard onto the ground. He remained poised and began muttering prayer in Latin. "Deus caeli, Deus terrae, humiliter majestati gloriae. Tuae supplicamus ut ab omni infernalium spirituum potestate, laqueo, deceptione et nequitia, omnis fallaciae, libera nos, Domine. Vade, Satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis. Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei!" The surroundings slowly faded away and the cloud-dimmed sunlight of Port Oakes snuck back into view. The air cleared and behold, Lieutenant Hick's helicopter began it's final landing.

"We have clearance to shoot but you're in the way arsh*le!" yelled an officer in pursuit, readying his handgun for fire. Police aircraft now filled the skies, accompanied by unwanted media helicopters. Suddenly, a loud resounding noise ricocheted through the wind followed by the slicing whiz of a high-speed bullet. The assailant's windscreen shattered on impact, an explosion of blood and brain matter showered the interiors of the vehicle.

"HOLY SH*T!" screamed the driver, loosing control of the wheels, which then spun madly across the long stretch of Independence Port's main road before careening into a solid wall. The vehicle crumpled to unrecognizable lumps of metal before setting ablaze. Paramedics raced to the scene and found the driver strewn by the side of the road, unconscious but alive. The same couldn't be said for his headless partner in crime.

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Having seen some of tonight's extraordinary outfits I think I'll be taking and publishing a number of screenshots.

Most of the shots rebounded off the armoured cruiser, the punctured tyre flattened but quickly reinflated itself. As the vehicle sped into the tunnel, they lost line of sight with the marksmen. The palm of death re-emerged from the passenger window and lit on fire. With an enthusiastic tug, the assailant threw the fire towards the back off the car, trying to burn off the hero soldering himself down. With another twirl of his hand, he set the tunnel alight with animated flames. When they emerged onto Independence Port, a few of the pursuing police cars had caught fire and began to spin out of control. Three of the vehicles were under attack with what looked like animated imps of fire. The driver quickly glanced through his rear view mirror to check on the pursuing heroes. "Keep shooting fire at this guy on the trunk" he demanded, "kill him or I will!" he cried, withdrawing a rather large handgun. The fire-starter saw the handgun and frowned. "We got eight, maybe nine police cars chasing us righta'bout now, so if you' goin' help out, then do it! We got way too much heat on our tail."

The priest held Stone Fist close at hand and began muttering in Latin. The floor beneath them seemed to fade away and the surrounding Police Station swirled from view, replaced with darkness and shadow. "We won't be here for too long, don't let go of my hand" whispered Pious, but it was too late. The inhabitants of the spirit worlds had been alerted to their presence and they came by the thousands, hungry for the loose souls of the intruders and the flesh they dragged with them like luggage. "We've been made" said Pious. "Don't panic, I'll get us out of-" he managed, before being knocked down by a giant spectral ghost.

"Pious Hunter" said the reverend, collecting the stone handshake. "I am a priest of the Anglican Catholic Church. I was born with supernatural gifts with which I aim to avert disaster and maintain balance in the universe. Are you ready go? I think the others are leaving now."

"I'll take you" said the Reverend. "In golem form, I travel through other realms, a sort of teleport medium"

"Helicopter is waiting on the roof" said the lieutenant. "Lets go"

The sudden drop in temperature cooled the hostages and slowly, they stopped shaking. One by one they fell unconscious. Paramedics rushed to their aid, not forgetting to thank the man who had acted quickly to help.

"After that cruiser!" yelled the lieutenant, jumping into a nearby car. The bank robbers didn't wait to find out what had happened to the hero who latched onto their number plates, they zoomed off recklessly into the Independence Port tunnel. Twelve police cars took chase, radioing to other precincts to set up roadblocks.

The ground temperature dropped suddenly and the concrete froze up with a layer of ice. "Now that weren't a very nice thing to do t'me" said one of the thugs, as their stealth cloak fell, revealing their suited appearances. "I did warn you, but you had to, you just had to go on and ruin everything, for everyone. Tut. Tut. Tut. Death toll's on you ice boy" he said, his southern drawl adding a patronizing edge to his words. The two quickly jumped into a nearby police cruiser. A palm emerged from the passenger window and in a massive pulse of heat, the road cleared of it's ice. Somehow, the thugs managed to start the engines and the wheels spun wildly, shooting the robbers down the road. A rumbling noise could be heard from behind. The hostages were shaking uncontrollably, their skins began to glow a bright hot red as though about to explode. The surrounding officers now grew nervous, overwhelmed with trepidation. They withdrew their firearms and slowly backed away. Lieutenant Hicks was speechless. This operation was quickly turning into disaster.