Post by Onikuma on Feb 18, 2011 20:22:07 GMT -5
'This is not how people should behave' Onikuma thought to himself, as he watched the two men from a nearby rooftop.
He hadn't been in New York long, and was wandering the cold streets, rooftop by rooftop, locked in deep thought about what it was he was going to do, and how he was going to live, in this new world.
That's when he had came upon the crime scene. Two men, running from a woman they had left violated and robbed in an alley.
He had decided earlier that he wouldn't interfere with the law of this place just yet- but this was enough to change his mind. Diving from the rooftop, he summersaulted in mid-air and landed on his feet a few yards in front of the criminals.
"What the hell?!" One shouted "looks like we got a wannabe hero on our hands." He said, drawing his gun on Onikuma.
"I'm no hero. Just a misplaced savior." Onikuma replied. But he wasn't much for talking when there was business to be taken care of.
Before the men could react, Onikuma pounced forward, ripping the gun from the first man's hand, and grabbing him by the throat. Lifting him high into the air, Onikuma tossed the gun aside, and delivered quick knife-handed strike to the man's ribcage, breaking each rib he connected with in a loud snap.
Dropping this man to the ground, he launched himself at the other, grabbing ahold of his clothing as they crashed to the ground. He grabbed the whip from his belt and quickly wrapped it around the man's neck, pulling tightly enough that his hands were shaking. After only a couple seconds of this, he delivered a head-but to the man's face, which dislocated his jaw and broke most of his teeth. Unwrapping the whip, Onikuma slowly rose to his feet, watching both men writhe in pain on the ground.
Walking over to where he had discarded the gun, he picked it up and returned to the men.
"Men who behave like you do, deserve nothing less than a painful death." He said calmly, raising the gun and unloading the clip on one of the men- all in non-vital areas so that he was left to bleed out. Turning to the other man, he tossed the gun in the air, catching it by the barrel. Looming over him, he preceded to pistol whip the second man into a coma.
Proud of what he had accomplished, Onikuma let out a long exhale, dusting off his Uniform and walked, head held high, down the alley and into the busy New York City street bathed in midday light
He hadn't been in New York long, and was wandering the cold streets, rooftop by rooftop, locked in deep thought about what it was he was going to do, and how he was going to live, in this new world.
That's when he had came upon the crime scene. Two men, running from a woman they had left violated and robbed in an alley.
He had decided earlier that he wouldn't interfere with the law of this place just yet- but this was enough to change his mind. Diving from the rooftop, he summersaulted in mid-air and landed on his feet a few yards in front of the criminals.
"What the hell?!" One shouted "looks like we got a wannabe hero on our hands." He said, drawing his gun on Onikuma.
"I'm no hero. Just a misplaced savior." Onikuma replied. But he wasn't much for talking when there was business to be taken care of.
Before the men could react, Onikuma pounced forward, ripping the gun from the first man's hand, and grabbing him by the throat. Lifting him high into the air, Onikuma tossed the gun aside, and delivered quick knife-handed strike to the man's ribcage, breaking each rib he connected with in a loud snap.
Dropping this man to the ground, he launched himself at the other, grabbing ahold of his clothing as they crashed to the ground. He grabbed the whip from his belt and quickly wrapped it around the man's neck, pulling tightly enough that his hands were shaking. After only a couple seconds of this, he delivered a head-but to the man's face, which dislocated his jaw and broke most of his teeth. Unwrapping the whip, Onikuma slowly rose to his feet, watching both men writhe in pain on the ground.
Walking over to where he had discarded the gun, he picked it up and returned to the men.
"Men who behave like you do, deserve nothing less than a painful death." He said calmly, raising the gun and unloading the clip on one of the men- all in non-vital areas so that he was left to bleed out. Turning to the other man, he tossed the gun in the air, catching it by the barrel. Looming over him, he preceded to pistol whip the second man into a coma.
Proud of what he had accomplished, Onikuma let out a long exhale, dusting off his Uniform and walked, head held high, down the alley and into the busy New York City street bathed in midday light