X Marks the Spot [Red X]

[Vic Sage]

Vic Sage hadn't been in Starling for long, but he already knew he didn't like what he saw, especially this stinking cesspool known by the local residents as "The Glades." 

Sage was enjoying a nice cup of instant noddles in his van when it began to shake and it spilled all over the interior. Visibly annoyed, he grabbed his stun gun and crawled towards the window, peaking out to see a bunch of thugs wearing burnt up jackets and gas-masks, some of which carried axes.

"Fans of that Sandman fellow?" he mused.  

[Red X]

Red X staked out the Glades so much he wondered if he should simply move there. He paced a low rooftop, flicking his wristblade in and out repeatedly. Normally he would just sit around and wait for the police radio, but tonight the blogosphere was foretelling that bad things were gonna happened tonight in The Glades (though he wasn't entirely sure what).

He took a moment to sit down, wishing that the outfit he was wearing was a bit more comfortable. Sure it was useful, but it can be a bit heavy and, especialyl some nights, keeps every drop of sweat in. He turned away from the street to remove his mask for a moment. He quickly blotted sweat from his brow and before resecuring it quickly. What X didn't see when he turned away was a bunch of masked kids surronding a van on the street.

[Vic Sage]

Sage kept the van locked as the gas-mask thugs continued their assault. He would be a complete imbecile to take on a bunch of armed street urchins all by himself.

He instead attempted to drive away inthe Sage Machine only to discover that the thugs had slashed his tires.

Sage knew there was no such thing as heroes, but boy did he wish there was one around right about now..

[Red X]

Ask and ye shall receive. Red X freeran across the buildings, readying one of his knives as he did so. He threw the first at one of the thugs' ax, causing him to look up at Red X. Red X flung a second knife, this time cutting the front of his mask off. Sizing up the distance he jumped down and landed on top of the van.

[Vic Sage]

Sage felt the van shook again, but this time it came from above. He kept his head down, trying not to get an axe to the face.

The thug, who was the one with the mask cut off, snarled, "Don't interfere!"

He and his five buddies then attempted to get at X.

[Red X]

"Make me!" Red X said, extending his arm blades and leaping down into the fray. He kicked at one of the thugs faces, then aimed an elbow at another.

[Vic Sage]

Sage lifted his head at the sounds of a fracas acquiring outside. There was some masked man fending off the hoodlums.

When the man elbowed one thug, another thug came slowly behind him, raising his axe.

"This won't do," muttered Sage as he quickly opened the door, the unsuspecting thug slamming right into it.

[Red X]

Red X turned to see one of the thugs get hit by the door. X nodded to Sage before turning back to the brawl.

[Vic Sage]

The man slid off the door and onto the ground.

Sage nodded back before dodging another thug's strike, only to strike him in the gut with his taser, knocking him out.

"That's two down."

Two other thugs rushed at X simultaneously from opposite sides.

[Red X]

Red X turned around, slashing one of the thugs nonlethally one the stomach. He then kicked the other in the stomach hard enough to send him to the ground. He put aboot on the thug's chest as he leaned down to cuff the thug with his distinctive red handcuffs.

[Vic Sage]

"Umm," said Sage, "We get trouble incoming. Big trouble."

A seventh thug approached them, a tank attached to his back. He pulled the trigger on the attached weapon, causing brilliant flame to spew forth.

Somebody had a just brought a flamethower to a knife fight.

[Red X]

"..."


Red X had no idea how to deal with that. How the, who the, why?! Red X quickly dodged, cursing that his suit wasn't fireproof.

"I hate the Glades..."

[Vic Sage]

Sage retreated beneath his van as the flames soared forth. A few of the thugs were caught in it, the others managed to get out of the way and made a sound retreat.

"You don't fuck with the Blazing Infernos!" laughed one as he ran and didn't look back, "Your asses are getting deep fried and served on a silver platter!"

[Red X]

X his behind the van, drawing one of his knives. He figured that if he could sever the hose he could cut off the stream of flame. He ducked out from the van hurling his X knife at the thug.

[Vic Sage]

The man managed to dodge out of the way at the last second and then aimed his fire spew towards X's location.