Alex found himself caught up in a gang war before he knew it. It seemed the pirates had gotten into some sort of a feud while both had tried to hold up a diamond store. On the one side there were patch metal welded swords, and on the other cutlass and rapiers. One pirate with a hand cannon was wreaking havoc on the ranks of the industrial criminals. Poison Dart blasted his hand with a shot of energy, causing him to drop the cannon, which exploded with the charge currently in place. The good news was that no more civilians could be hurt in the cross fire. The bad news was that he now had the attention of both groups at once. He leaped over one foe who was striking at his chest. The unioner found his blade sinking slashing the chest of the pirate who was coming up from the behind of Poison. Now they were fighting amongst themselves a bit too. Alex sent a poison blast at an incoming pirate rendering him ineffective, then caught another sword swipe at the wrists. They struggled a bit over the crudely constructed weapon, but finally dropped a knee into his foes side. The momentary shock gave him a good chance to plant an open palmed strike at his the lackey's nose, breaking. Just then he heard the roaring of a jet engine, that sounded very familiar. Alex turned to see the Prospector closing in.
"How's that twerp friend of yours?" He laughed.
Alex didn't say anything, instead he leaped into the air at his foe, tackling him from the sky. The two collided onto the ground, with Alex on top. With the momentary lead in the comment, he laid into the pickax wielding criminal, with blow after blow. After a good number, he drew his hand back with a sharp pain. Evidently it was broken, which was a good indication of the damage done to the Prospector's face. The other gang members had retreated to lick their wounds. Shaking his hand, Tanner headed home to bandage the wounded appendage. Fortunately the Lion didn't know who or where he was, so he could retreat into his normal life until the hand healed up.