[Eiji Harada]

Trouble was brewing in Shinjuku.

Eiji and his gang were always some of the first to know, this was where their homebase was after all and the Hummingbirds were well-liked compared to other gangs in Tokyo. The more he learned about the case the more concerning it grew. Amateurs had moved in and were selling illegal weapons, drugs, all that bad stuff Eiji was against. Most damning of all however, they were also trying to market themselves on their ability to finetune bikes, cars and the like. Wouldn't that mean they could potentially steal customers from his bro Hannibal? Hell no! They were going to put an end to this operation, and because it was personal he had called up the bike bro himself, asking him if he wanted in on teaching these guys a lesson. Usual pay of course, but he figured the fact that they were trying to butt into his business would be an added incentive for the hyena.

Then the planning begun. Eiji had sent out some of his guys to scout the area and locate the warehouse they operated out of. He would have done it himself, but he knew by now that he was hella loud, sneaking around just wasn't his thing. After confirming where the enemy base was, he sent coordinates for Hannibal to meet him on the day of the job. Standing around in his usual streetwear he didn't do anything to hide his identity. Never did, wasn't his style. Besides, he hoped it would be easier for his friend to notice his red head of hair this way.

''Hanging back, you should see me as soon as you enter _____ Street. Where are you?''

He clicked send and eyed the warehouse suspiciously. No one was guarding it from the outside, maybe in an effort to try and appear less suspicious, or maybe they just thought they had no enemies to worry about?

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[roadhog]

A rumbling in the distance signaled the arrival of the other half of this evening's duo, skidding around the the corner at the end of the street, tires screeching as the beast weaved through traffic toward their target location. Earlier this week he had been filled in on another job, the Hummingbirds sure were keeping him busy since he moved here, not a month going by without another uprising of some scumbags or collusion of thugs making waves in the city that needed to be put in their place. Honestly as far as Howie was concerned, all Eiji had to to say was he needed someone to come crack some skulls with him and he'd be down to clown, but all the other stuff about bad for business made sense to the pea brain biker all the same. Any excuse to cause some chaos.

Skidding to a halt right next to his fiery redheaded partner, the back wheel of the bike lifting off of the ground from the sudden stop, coming down with a heavy thud that shook the pavement, Howie bared a fanged grin, raising an eyebrow and flipping up the welding goggles. "Why you waiting around out here, hothead? Don't tell me you of all people are getting cold feet." He teased, crossing his arms bulging out of the tattered sleeveless leather jacket.

Knowing they didn't come here for chit chat, Howie squinted his gaze toward the warehouse nearby, pointed a jagged claw to it and lapping his tongue against on of his teeth absentmindedly before speaking up, "Sooo... that the place...?" He asked nonchalantly, awaiting any form of confirmation. As soon as the green light was even hinted at, the hulking beast man shrugged and nodded his head. That was all he needed to hear. Snapping back down his goggles, ripping the throttle on the bike, Howie gave it the beans. The back tire screeched as it spun in place, burning rubber as it flung him forward, lifting the front end off the ground in a wheelie from the sudden burst of motion, sending him careening down the street directly for the target warehouse like a skud missile. "Meet you inside, boss!" Throwing his head back, he let out a cackle that echoed throughout the street. As he approached there were no signs of slowing, closing in faster and faster on the building, engine roaring full bore. He never was the type for subtly, and if you wanted into a place why not just use the front door. 

Showtime!

Full speed, Howie rocketed himself on his bike directly at the entrance facing the street, the hinges creaking momentarily before erupting like buck shot, sending fasteners and shrapnel into the room, following promptly by the heavy door slamming flat against the dusty floor of the interior, and then finally followed up with a maniac on a motorcycle charging in without so much as a knock. Giving the throttle another rev, the engine roared defeaningly in the warehouse floor room, the maniac driving directly for a card table full of thugs playing some unimportant game of something or other, the befuddled looks of the unaware men still whirring the gears in their heads at what might be going on. Pivoting himself, Howie hammered the tail end of his bike into the table, sending it launching into the air high above everyone, poker chips and playing cards raining down like fallout.

But that wasn't the only thing raining down on the men. A familiar sting of the nostrils, glistening droplets of.... glorious god damn gasoline.

The Hyena clutched in his hands a cannister of fuel, dumping it as he went onto the group of unsuspecting and unlucky men, splashing and spraying the fuel like it was champagne at the end of a victory lap, emptying the contents around the room as he did a round, finally ending up in one big circle, skidding to a halt just next to the collapsed door, hurling the empty can into the corner of the room with a clattering thud, sunlight trickling in from the doorway lighting up the dust that floated around in the wake of all the mayhem. Baring his teeth in a devious grin, Howie sat back on his bike and let out a loud whistle to signal his partner that it was the perfect time for his debut.

"Evening fellas! My buddy here was wanting a few words with you all, if'n you don't mind the intrusion! Oh, and I'd advise you all to keep your cools, boss man here can get really uh... fired up pretty easy, and we wouldn't want to blow the lid off of this place before we had a chance to get to know each other alittle better, now would we?!"

The entire warehouse now reeked of gas, it stung Howie's nose like sweet sweet bliss, and the men were good and rightly soaked in it from the petrol parade he had just thrown. He just needed to give his buddy a chance to get his point across, or hell, just burn the place to the god damn ground. Either worked for Howie, he was just here for the fun after all. 

Eiji Harada

[Eiji Harada]

There was no mistaking the sound of Howie's bike as he came barreling down through the streets of Tokyo. Much like himself, his friend wasn't one to make a quiet entrance. Although of the two of them, one was clearly bringing a lot more energy today. ''I'm not getting cold feet! I was waiting for you big guy, otherwise how would you know where to go?'' Hell he could take all these guys on his own if he wanted to!! He just didn't, and well it was more fun to fight alongside Howie anyway! Eiji could totally fight it alone if he wanted to though! ''Besides, it would be lame if I started the fight without you, wouldn't it?'' He put his hands on his hips, clearly just playing at being more angry than he was for the fun of it.

After a quick glance down at his phone he gave him a thumbs up. ''Yup, that's the one. Should be a few guys in there, could be more, hard to say really I haven't seen anyone enter or leave-'' He was cut off as Howie started up his bike, leaving Eiji with his jaw damn near slamming into the ground. ''Oi- wait!!'' He immediately took off and started sprinting after him. He should have seen it coming, but somehow he took him by surprise.

''That's- That's right!'' He panted, finally catching up to Howie as he signaled for him, making his way through the destroyed front entrance slightly out of breath. Once he had taken a couple of seconds to breathe he took in just the amount of damage Howie had caused. From breaking through the front door, to smashing their table, dousing them all in gasoline and basically turning the whole situation in their favor before the fight had even started. ''Hey, nice work big guy.'' He grinned, turning to Howie holding up a fist bump. Whether he reciprocated it or not Eiji turned to the thugs again. Serious mode activate!

''We already know you guys were trying to start illegal business here, selling weapons on the streets of Tokyo. We're having none of it! In the name of the Hummingbirds and for the good of this community we're tearing this shit down!'' The guys all looked hesitant, there was a real sense that among them none of them were really the leader, just goons hired to do shady work. Eventually two of them stepped forward, both brandishing knives. One charged right at Howie while the other swung for Eiji. ''You're bluffing! You're not going to burn us alive, the Hummingbirds don't kill people!'' Before the knife could reach him, Eiji parried it with his prosthetic arm and followed it up with a quick jab to send the guy stumbling backwards, losing the grip of his knife. ''Mooks like you aren't worth my flames!'' He didn't even have to look to know that Howie could handle that one guy. ''Looks like we'll have to teach them a lesson big guy!'' Although he wasn't emitting any flames, he might as well be with how his anger was building.

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[roadhog]

Howie's large fist nearly dwarfed Eiji's as he met his bump with his own, brandishing his incisors in a grin. His claws fished around in his leather jacket for a second, tugging out a cigarette and a lighter, propping the cancer stick between his teeth as he brought up the lighter, flipping open the metal hinged lid and pressing his thumb to the spark wheel. Then it dawned on him, raising an eyebrow and looking up at the frightened faces of a few of the men, and he paused before chuckling to himself. That's right... whole place is covered in gas, whoops! That would have been silly to blow them all to smithereens. Ah whatever, cigs can wait, its time to bust some heads.

As the two goons approached them, Howie held the cigarette tight in his teeth, hurling himself off of his bike and at the man with the same energy brought. Leaping on all fours, he batted the thrusting knife away with his claws, immediately following up by grabbing the guy by the collar and hurling him backward into his friends.

Baring his spiny teeth, Howie growled through clenched jaw at the group, "Hummingbirds might not kill people, but funny enough I'm not with those goody goods... so what does that say about me, huh?" Howie's clawed hand hung at his side, ready to slash up anyone else who had something to prove.

Eiji Harada

[Eiji Harada]

It was always a treat to see Howie throwdown, even if they were just fighting weaklings like this. Seeing him throw that guy into the others like he was in a bowling alley was something else. If there was one person you didn't mess with, it was Howie. With another swift punch Eiji sent the other thug tumbling backwards until he eventually huddled up with the others and helped them back to their feet after Howie's attack.

When the big guy mentioned that he wasn't a Hummingbird a collective look of fear and disbelief grew among them. What was this insane hyena guy gonna do to them? He had already covered them in gas, all ready to be lit up and burned alive, so they could only imagine what he was capable of. By comparison, the hotheaded Eiji probably seemed a lot less scary. ''That's right! So don't you try anything stupid now!'' He pointed at them as he stepped forward, only for a couple of the thugs to pull a guns on him. ''Hands up! D-Don't come any closer!'' Eiji paused, complying by putting his hands in the air. ''You're Guts from the Hummingbirds! You can only shoot fire through your special arm!'' Eiji sighed and looked over his shoulder. ''Looks like they got me all figured out, big guy.'' He said it apologetically, but he was also trying to exchange glances with him, silently signaling that he was ready to charge and tank a bullet or two if Howie was, depending on how crazy he was feeling.

''J-Just keep your hands up! Once we've taught your friend a lesson you're next!'' The other guys who weren't holding guns took out knives and started walking towards Howie a little more confidently.

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[roadhog]

REV IT UP! (Some theme music)

As things quickly turned south, Howie's wild gaze fell half-lidded, lip curling into a grimace. All of the fun momentum had come to a halt because they wanted to pussy out and pull out some super soakers. Taking a deep breath, Howie sighed and shook his head, grumbling audibly.

"I gotta be honest, Hotshot, I was not planning on getting shot today.."

Reluctantly, Howie rolled his eyes, mockingly nodding to the goons approaching him, as if to tell them to hurry up. "Cmon, fellas, lets get it over with... do your worst..." Raising his hands up, his feigned white flag, he waited just until one had gotten within his reach, before his grimace curled into a grin once again. Suddenly lurching forward, he moved to snatch up the mans wrist toting the knife, spinning him around and pressing his own knife against his neck, holding him tightly as a meat shield, even if he wanted to wriggle and fight. Either he slits his own throat or he plays nice and takes some bullets for him, honestly either worked for Howie at this point.

[Eiji Harada]

''Right?'' He chuckled, ''who the hell wakes up and plans to get shot?'' What a sour situation they found themselves in. He should totally have expected it too, busting an operation were they sold illegal weapons and all, why wouldn't they be carrying guns to deter people like them from attacking? Unfortunately for himself, and maybe more so Howie, Eiji wasn't exactly one who planned ahead. He was a man of action, planning and strategizing and all that just made his head hurt. That's why he was the leader of the gang, but he had advisors and stuff like that. Not that any of them had saved him from himself this time around.

''What the hell is that one? He's a monster!'' One of the thugs pointing a gun shouted in response to Howie taking a hostage to use as a meat shield pretty effortlessly. ''Oi. People with mutations are still people, you one of those anti-mutant losers?'' Eiji retorted, but was quickly shouted over. ''Shut up! I'll shoot him, I'll shoot both of you!!'' His aim was getting shakier as he pointed the gun back at Howie. Was he a good enough shot to avoid shooting his colleague? It didn't seem like it from the way he was hesitating. ''I'm just saying life's short, why are you so busy hating?'' Eiji started to slowly inch forward while keeping his arms raised. He might only be able to channel flames safely through his prosthetic arm, but they didn't account for the fact that Eiji...

With a swift kick, he kicked the gun out of the hand of one the two gun wielders, leaving the other one for Howie to deal with.

...They didn't account for the fact that he had legs.

''Pulling a gun? Only cowards resort to cheap tricks!'' He punched the thug he disarmed in the face, before slamming him into the nearest wall. ''You bastards don't belong on these streets! What do you think, big guy? What's a fitting punishment for them?'' He grinned wickedly.

roadhog

[roadhog]

REV IT UP! (Some theme music)

With his brand new meat shield, Howie decided it would be a waste not to get some use of it him. As the man squirmed in his claws, he charged forward, aiming to bowl over anyone who stood in his way, full speed ahead right at the guy with the gun. Hopefully his new friend here would be kind enough to take any stray shots that might have been fired off before he could smash the guy against the wall in a thug sandwich, stomping on his wrist the second he got a chance to in an attempt to disarm him. Taking back control of these goons, he and his hotheaded friend loomed over the men, debating on what they should do next.

"Tie 'em up to the bike and drag them through town...?" He said with a fanged grin, cackled his high pitched laugh, "Or maybe a little bath in the motor oil pit, see who can hold their breath the longest.." Howie unconsciously clenched and unclenched his hand, claws glimmering in the dim lighting of the warehouse, all this excitement getting the better of him.

[Eiji Harada]

Panting, Eiji looked over to see Howie absolutely plow through these amateurs. Even though they were putting up a fight against them, it was clear that none of these guys knew how to fight that well. If anything, just because they were so uncoordinated it made him and Howie look like military trained professionals. As Howie charged forward with a hostage, the guy aiming at him shakily fired his gun, but it flew past both Howie and his human shield. ''Doesn't sound half bad.'' He pulled one of the thugs up by the hair. ''I'd say motorcycle, but we don't want to get the cops involved, right? It would be terrible if you guys were to be caught by the authorities and we don't want to deal with that either.''

The fear on their faces was palpable, and while this was cruel by Eiji's own standards, he also didn't let up. He knew that scum like this didn't deserve compassion. Show a little bit and they'd try to take that opportunity to stab you in the back. They needed to be thoroughly intimidated or punished before they were done here. ''Now the motor oil pit... Not a bad idea, big guy. Don't you think these guys are due for a bath? Any of you got a quirk that helps with holding your breath?'' He looked over all of them, one at a time. ''For your sake I hope you do, you're gonna need it.'' He looked up at Howie, still not budging an inch with his angry expression. ''Come on, let's move these-''

''We'll quit! Please, please don't throw us in the pit! We'll quit, we'll leave town, we're never gonna come back here again- just, please!! Hey man, listen,'' One of the thugs broke down, shaking and pleading as he looked up at Howie and Eiji. ''I-I have a family, I'm just trying to earn some money for them. I didn't know how dangerous this job was man, I didn't sign up for this, I'll get an honest job!''

Eiji narrowed his eyes at him. ''What do you say?'' He looked over at Howie. ''Are you convinced?''

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