Another night of shaking down criminals; The sweet ballet of blood and beatings.



Yaguro was more than used to it by now, but his young partner, Carmen, was still getting used to the whole thing. For starters, Yaguro learned she didn’t even have any sort of alibi, or even a job; Something he quickly rectified by getting her a position at the same convenience store he worked out.

It took plenty of convincing for his boss to bring her on, and even more for him to watch over her pair of ferrets; Their excuse was that there wasn’t anywhere else for the furry creatures to stay, and thankfully his employer bought it.



The next questionable decision Yaguro had helped her fix was to get her a costume; Something to actually hide her identity so she wouldn’t face retaliation. Simple dark black clothes, a hood and a mask were plenty to do the job.



A quick stop to drop her pets off, and they had already hit the streets, and were currently in the middle of delicately extracting information from a kindly gang member, who was polite enough to have a pleasant conversation with the duo.



“Please man, I’ve already told you everything I know!”

A brass knuckle laden fist flew past the gang member, who was dressed in a black leather jacket and jeans, and adorned with piercings all over his face. Landing in the brick wall behind him, Yaguro pulled his fist back.



“See, so far he’s only answered with stuff like ‘I don’t know’, or ‘I’m not high up enough to know that’. That means he’s more loyal to his boss than he is afraid of us.”



The lucky gang member was a member of the Eight-O’s. Small fish in a big pond, mostly unruly teens who just wanted to cause trouble for others.

“Are you fucking kidding me? What am I, a training exercise?” The gangster asked, offended that the helmeted vigilante wasn’t even paying attention to him, despite being in his clutches.

“Shut the hell up Mud.” Yaguro quickly shot back, pressing the thug further against the wall.

“Gangs like this think they’re all tight nit buddies, that if they’re in trouble, their crew will come bail them out.” Yaguro sounded like the world’s grittiest college professor, locking eyes with Mud as he continued to talk to Carmen.

“But I don’t see anyone coming to save you, Mud.”

Mud gulped in fear, sweat already pouring down his brow. He looked around the dark alley, almost as if he expected some of the other members of his crew to miraculously appear.

“Yeah, well you wouldn’t get it cause you’re some fuckin reject loser who isn’t even tough enough to become a hero…”

This earned him a swift gut punch as a reward.

“You’ll wish I was a hero by the time I’m done with you. Or have you forgotten what steel tastes like?” Raising his free fist up to Mud’s mouth, he reeled back, ready to punch at a moments notice.

“Fine! Fine! Cue Ball doesn’t hang at Urchin Lair anymore, I think everyones having a get together at a warehouse across town, but that’s really all I know!”

Yaguro sighed, finally content with his answer.

“See? You need to let fear set in. Whaddya think, should I tap him out?” He asked Carmen, letting her look into Mud’s fearful eyes and having her decide the fate of the guys teeth. 

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“Wait, you didn’t say anything about projectiles!” Yaguro protested as he blocked himself from the rocks. Before he could protest further he was being pelted with bits of stone, and while they only stung more than anything, it was plenty distraction for Rayder to grab him, and slam him to the ground.
Now on the dirt below, Yaguro was already winded, and regretting his decision. Still, he could at least try to get a few good hits in. Getting up just enough to get his bearings, he’d try a kick, swiping at Rayder’s real leg, trying to kick him off balance. If it succeeded, he'd try to get up fully off the ground, and land a couple of punches right in the giant's stomach.

“I guess it would be a little odd not having your real leg…Still, I’m curious as to how strong it is. Bet you can kick your wall through a brick wall.”
Yaguro couldn’t help but feel slightly envious as he thought of the possibilities robot limbs could offer. He wasn’t about to go through the pain of getting rid of a limb; Even if he did have access to that kind of tech.

“That’s why we have to push the world towards a better future for all of us; Its not going to move without giving it plenty of force. If that force requires killing…I mean, its not like I’m going out looking for kills, but if the situation calls for it…”
So, it was action he wanted, huh? Yaguro paused and thought for a minute. Hitting targets was fine enough, but he hadn’t had much real, one on one training in a while.
“Well, if you want we can spar; Hand to hand combat, no weapons.” The vigilante offered, getting his arms stretched and warmed up.
“You seem like a real pro with weapons, and I’m guessing that weaponless combat comes with the territory you were trained in, right?”
Eyeing his partner up, he started to wonder what the extent of Rayder’s training was. He’d done his research on the guy, but hadn’t dug up a whole lot on his past. Was he ex military or special forces? Would fit how well he handles his guns. Maybe some kind of cult trained him, and he defected? Who knew. If nothing else, he could figure out his fighting style.

"Just don't hit me too hard with that leg."

“Playing dirty in our line of work is justified.” Yaguro reasoned, completely sure of himself. “We don’t have the luxury of the law on our side; If you have to go for a cheap shot, I say do it. Who’s gonna get mad, the criminals?”
To him, at least, it was a sturdy line of thought. Who the hell cared about fighting honorably, so long as you won?
“Yeah, the only reason you don’t want to play the game is because you’ll lose.” Yaguro stated, crossing his arms as the giant started to show off.

Though, watching how skillfully Rayder tossed the bombs, he started to think maybe if they were to play a game, it’d be his loss.
Catching the French firepower in his arms, the vigilante looked over the weapon; It wasn’t often he got to wield a gun of this caliber, usually having to stick with smaller firearms. Checking his phone quickly, he flicked off the weapon’s safety.
“I guess I’m fine just shooting stuff, especially since I get to use your shiny toys.” Lining up his sights, Yaguro unloaded on one of the washing machines, riddling it with bullets, each one landing with a THUNK on the side of the discarded machine.
“Ok now THAT felt good.” After the round was emptied, the punk took a minute to inhale the smoke from the barrel of the gun; Pure satisfaction.

“I got to play with your stuff, so I guess its fair I let you play with some of my best.” Walking over to the weapons, he motioned to the rocket launcher.
“Go ahead, try it out; I know a guy I can get more ammo from.”

Yaguro was flabbergasted at Rayder’s incredible aim; Part of him was impressed, but a larger part of him was frustrated.
“Show off.” He scoffed out, watching as the taller man examined his weapon collection. Hearing his phone buzz, he checked it to see a text from Rayder perfectly describing each weapon, before sending another message where he correctly guessed Yaguro’s method of storage.

“I have done weapon mods.” Reaching down, he grabbed his shotgun. “Sawed this one off for portability and accuracy.”
Wanting to both demonstrate and show off, he pointed the weapon behind himself and fired, most of the shells hitting directly on a marked tree.

The kickback from holding the gun wrong hurt a bit, but it was worth it. “As you can see, its effective.”
Thinking on Rayder’s other question, Yaguro realized he hadn’t put much thought into making his explosives. “I dunno what goes into those bombs. I buy kits from a guy, put them together, and they work.”
Emptying the shells from his shotgun, he tossed it back on the pile, and grabbed a P320 handgun. Loading it with a clip, he was about to grab the other to toss to Rayder when a devious thought crossed his mind. Lifting up one of the compound bows with his foot, he kicked it to his partner.
“You’re probably good enough to hit the same targets as me with a handicap, right?” He taunted. Aiming down his sights, Yaguro quickly and effectively unloaded a single bullet into five different trees, hitting a bullseye each time; All five targets a fair distance away. If Rayder wanted to hit each with a bow, he’d need insane accuracy.
Also, the fact that Yaguro was planning to prank the giant by shooting his final arrow out of midair, should he hit each of his other targets.