Blake Phoenix (The Huntsman)'s Story

Blake sat in his math class. It was the end of the day and the night kept calling to him. Tonight he needed more information on Franko. Franko needed to die. That was that, he deserved nothing less, yet it may be his only escape form The Huntsman. This man was terrible and needed to die... "Mr.Phoenix, what is the equation of this simple line?" Mrs.Grant asked him seeing he wasn't paying attention.

"Um..." Blake took a quick glance at the chalkboard. He worked better under pressure. "y=2/3x+5." Blake answered. The teacher gave him a dirty look as if she was telling him to pay attention or suffer a death penalty. Blake adjusted his uniform shirt and continued staring off into space out his window at the school across the street. Montcalm. The school where his best friend Austyn went. The Nightwatcher. They were both seasoned "heroes" yet they still had much to learn. They made a great duo, but taking down St.Luke would take more man power.

But where could Blake find someone crazy enough... or ballsy enough to join them?

Blake stayed seated in class for a while after the bell. Tonight Blake and Jason had to get some info, and they may get shot. It was a lot to worry about. Jason was far more dedicated to this gig than Blake, Jason had failed grades because he was on a big drug bust. Blake was dedicated to his job as The Huntsman, but his life as Blake was equally as important to him. If Blake wanted to be a Great hero, he needed to stop worrying about himself as much.

Blake was the last person to walk down the hall, the halls were barren and nothing but a few unwanted "Rules of Mrs.whoever's class" lists. Blake was headed to the library for a bit. That's where he met Jason, JP2 had a better library and maybe they could see if anyone had joined their anonymous internet page or messaged them wanting to join. Blake walked into the Library which had many rows of books of all types lining the walls in a semi circle and then they all met in the centre of the library where there was a circle of about thirty computers. Blake sat beside a girl that he had seen around, she was in his english class, but he didn't know her very well. Blake logged into his computer not really giving her or her computer monitor a glance. "Hey." Blake said to her.

Sage jumped as the sound of a low "Hey," pierced through the air, breaking the deep trance that she always got in when she was hacking something. Her fingers stopped typing, and she whipped her head around to see Blake Phoenix, sitting at the monitor beside her. She recognized him from her English class, though, she didn't talk to him, or anyone else for that matter, she knew a little about the friendly teen based on the bits of information she had gathered from her time reading in the halls or studying in the library during her lunch period.
"Uh...hey," she said holding up her hand in a hello gesture.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw her yellow cursor, blinking where she had left off typing. Sage had been trying to hack into one of Franko's lackie's cellphone. But she had to be careful, Franko had installed numerous trips to prevent hacking, and it could take Sage the better part of an hour to even get anywhere close to hacking into one of his minions cellphone's for information. She had over heard some chatter of a plan that was set to go down, but as for the precise information...well that's what she was trying to figure out at the moment.
She turned her attention back towards Blake, maybe if she could provide some idle chat then he wouldn't notice what she was doing, or the fact that what she was doing was illegal. Just as she opened her mouth, an audible beep came from her computer.
"Shit," she yelled, noticing that the cellphone that she was trying to hack was now playing around with her very computer.
The frantic typing once again resumed, accompanied now by wide, blue eyes filled with a desperate frustration. But soon enough the computer gave out with in a flurry of sparks, leaving behind a fading a smiling face, it's lips sewn together and a single line of red blood trailing from the corner of its mouth.
Gritting her teeth together, Sage slammed her fist down on the table, and cried "Damn you Franko," realizing, only too late that she was not alone.

"Smooth." Blake said. Blake assumed she was some loner gamer chick losing another game. He had met a few, hearing the name Franko raised his brow though, he tried to hide it. He was good at this sort of thing, going to highschool was like dodging a fight every day, and Blake hiding his emotions were one way of preventing himself from committing manslaughter.

Blake watched the look on her face as she realized she wasn't the only soul in the library. Blake took a look at her monitor and noticed a grotesque mouth sewn shut. Blake knew he had found something very odd. He just didn't quite know what to make of it. Blake just turned back to his monitor and went onto The Hand of Justice's web page. "Holy shit!," Blake exclaimed, "Have you seen these guys? They're real life super heroes, and they want to get some fresh meat." Blake said to Sage. He remembered her name from her being made fun of in class. "Wouldn't that be awesome?" Blake asked her acting as if he was just trying to be social. This girl obviously had some sort of skill with computers to get it to do that to her. She could be of use to The Hand.

It was already dark by the time Sage left the school, changing out of her school uniform and into a pair of skinny jeans, a black tank top, and a dark jacket. Walking down the sparsely lit sidewalk in a somewhat bad part of town, but that didn't matter to Sage, she was too busy thinking about Blake.
Why had he reacted the way that he did. She had hacked into a phone from her computer and yelled out on of the most notorious villains London, Ontario had to offer, and he had only reacted with going on talking about some masked vigilantes, which in and of itself was already a weird topic to discuss with a classmate.
Sage's brow furrowed as she bit down harder on her thumb, having the nasty habit of chewing on her thumb when she was thinking. The name Franko had hit a nerve with him, she had only barley noticed his brow raised before he hid it, he seemed as though he had a surprising amount of experience for a boy of his age. And what did he mean by "The Hand of Justice" wanting "fresh meat"? Sage bit harder into her thumb, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth as she pierced the skin with her canines.
"Could he have some sort of personal connection with The Hand of Justice, or the two superhero's known to operate under it, the Huntsman, and the Night Watcher?
Sage stopped walking. "Could he be one of them?" her eyes widened. Shaking her head she continued on her way to the spacious penthouse that she lived in with her trusted butler, and only friend, Arthur Giles, and her personal assistant Clayton Jeckles, while he did have his own place, he was more often or not doing something at her place.
Spotting an alley way out of the corner of her eye, she made her way down it, the alley cutting directly onto the street that her penthouse was on, saving her a good ten minutes. She spotted a group of boys who couldn't be much older then her leaning, against a wall under a flickering, overhead light, and smoking. Ignoring them, Sage flipped up her collar, and continued on her way home, until one of the boys, asked "Are you the one they call Halo?"
Sage glanced over her shoulder at the mention of the username that she had used when she was hacking, a name she had borrowed from the name of her mother's favorite perfume.
"So what if I am?" She asked straightening her back.
"Just wondering... you remind me of a chick that beat up my buddy, Spike, a few months ago. That's all," he shrugged, his goons beginning to form a circle around Sage.
Spike, A.K.A. Mike Magono, a petty thief, and one of Franko's many minions, Sage as Halo, had caught a few months ago trying to steal a purse from an old lady. When she intervened he had begun swinging at her with a knife. The fight lasted no more than a half a minute, but Spike was covered in bruises, refusing to back down to "a girl", and therefore getting his ass handed to him in the process. It seems that a few weeks in the detention center hadn't calmed his wounded pride, and now was sending his friends to do what he could not.
"You mean the creep who couldn't fight? Yeah I remember him. Why?" Sage asked tensing her muscles.
The young man shrugged, his steeled eyes the only things shining in the dark alley way. "He told me a lot about you, but failed to mention how pretty you were," he smiled lifting her chin up, so that their eyes were meeting.
Snarling, Sage slapped his hand away from her chin. Causing the rest of the boys to ohhed, and hollered, as their leader stumbled back, holding his injured hand meekly by the wrist.
He smirked, "That's okay, I like them with a little bit of fire to them. And since I like you so much, Miss.Halo, I'll let you take a shot at me, before we punish you for messing with one of our own."
Smiling, he held his arms out, as if to say, go ahead, try to hurt me
Sage gave the sweetest smile she could muster, "If you insist."
In one fluid motion, her shin collided with the side of his abdomen, sending him flying into the brick wall behind, and crumbling onto the pavement. Another boy, most likely the second in command, yelled, "Get her," sending all the boys coming at her at once.
A punch flew past her ear, narrowly hitting her head, if it hadn't been for her fast reflexes. She grabbed the arm to whom the punch belonged to, and, using his momentum, sent him flying into a boy behind her with a trash can held high above his head. All three crashed to the ground in a flurry of limbs and rotten fruit.
A smile graced her face for but a few seconds before she felt a pang of pain in her side. Instinctively, she turned and gave the the boy who had caused the pain a few sharp jabs, allowing him to join the rest of his colleagues. Not one baddy was left standing.
The feeling of warm blood trickling down her leg, caught Sage's attention, where she saw a three inch blade sticking out of her side. "Well isn't this just perfect."
Taking off her jacket, Sage bit down on the leather hard, as she counted backwards from three, and with a quick tug, freed the blade from where it was sheathed in her abdomen. Stars danced in her eyes, as the pain shot through her system like a bolt of lightening. A scream escaped her lips, muffled only by the jacket she clenched between her teeth.
Throwing the bloodied blade to one side, Sage fished some bandages from her backpack, and crudely wrapped them around the open wound, letting out a huge sigh when she realized that it did not appear to have pierced any vital organs.
Whipping out her cellphone, she quickly scrolled to the contact labeled home, not that hard when you only have five things listed on your personal cellphone.
A deep, proper, English accent answered the phone with a "Hawkins residence, how may I assist you today?"
Sage smiled in spite of her pain, Arthur's accent had always been a sort of comfort to her ever since she was little, and to this day still set her at ease whenever she heard it. "Hey Arthur, do you think you could send Clay to come and pick me up, one of the jerks had a knife on them and nicked me, nothing serious. I'm in the alley way between Horton and York," I explained.
"Master Clay will be there shortly Mistress Saigel," he droned.
She rolled her eyes at the sound of her full name, only Arthur and her parents were the only people who ever used her full name.
"Oh and Arthur, can you call the McGregor fundraiser party and tell them that I can't be there?" Sage adjusted her position so that the pain lessened slightly.
There was a pause. "But don't you think that they will want to have a representative of the company there, after all..."
"It will not be the end of the world if I don't go to some stuck up politicians stupid fundraiser, just so I can listen to all the false promises he makes, only to be bribed, shot, or corrupt this city even more than it already is. Sorry, Hawk Enterprises has bigger and more worth while things to do than invest in a scam artist in a suit. Plus their are certain perils that comes with having a seventeen years old as your unofficial, but does everything a CEO would do, as your CEO. And if anyone has a problem with that, then I'll take care of it."
"Very well Mistress Saigel, Clay and the car shall be their shortly. I look forward to your return."
"Goodbye Arthur," she said placing her phone in her back pocket.
With a start Sage gasped, "I almost forgot."
Taking out a can of yellow spray paint, she spray painted a large yellow circle on each of the boys chests', and above she wrote, aeterna justitia, Eternal Justice.

((How about you all stop skipping over huge amounts of time? You just left Austyn101 and TDA to have to skip a huge amount of time too, don't do it again.))

Blake was a little worried when Jason didn't show. Blake had left the school quickly, got on his bike and went home quickly. Blake had done some of his homework waiting for it to get dark. Blake opened up his closet and popped open the hatch in the top of it that lead to his "Hand of Justice" war room. Therte were posters of super heroes on the walls. And their oath was on a plaque that was inlayed with silver words;



Blake read the oath over in his head, there was a table in the middle of the room with two chairs at it. In the middle there was a dungeons and dragons map that Blake and Jason had made one night Jason actually decided to rest. There were ten other fold up chairs against the walls of the room. On the table where Blake sat there was an arrow carved into the oak of the table, where Jason sat, an axe. Blake could really see new weapons being carved into that table, and more chairs surrounding it.

Blake got on his suit which consisted of a vest like cloak, with a face mask with eye holes, black pants and boots that had soft leather soles that were silent. All of Blake's gear was made of kevlar, He had been shot once, the bullet just glanced off his left shoulder and he couldn't shoot for a week, it was even harder to hide the wound. So Blake had made a switch from his greyish blue cloak to kevlar clothing, he hadn't been shot yet, but just in case.

Blake pulled up his hood, slung his bow on his shoulder, his quiver of twenty four on his waist along with his short hand-and-a-half Katana. The blade was only about two feet long, but Blake didn't like over-encumbering weapons. Blake locked up the entrance to his room. He turned towards the back of his house and opened a small window which he easily slipped out of. Blake had to find Jason, he was getting worried, he hadn't even got a text from him.

Blake leaped from roof to roof, he rolled when he landed so he didn't make much noise. Blake had been doing this so long that it was sort of a habit now. Like walking up stairs he knew this route so well he didn't have to look down to see where his feet were, he knew he would land safely.

As blake got closer to the east end of town, where most crime happened he noticed the sound of fighting. He rushed over a few roofs to see Sage fighting off a bunch of thugs like Ip man. Blake was impressed. He ran to the side of the building and slid down one of the poles of the fire escape. When Blake got to the alley however he saw that Sage was hurt. She pulled a knife out of her side and proceeded to make her mark, then a phone call for help.

Blake walked out of the shadows with his hands in plain sight showing he was no threat. "You handled yourself pretty well out there, need some assistance?" Blake asked through The Hunstman's voice, which was thick with an English accent to hide Blake's identity.

"Oh look, stars." Austyn grumbled, sitting up. He felt a slight pain in his back, then realized he has landed on his own knife that had fallen out of his boot. Luckily, it did not stab him, so he was fine. He posted both hands on the ground and stood up, looking at his surroundings.
"What the fuck just happened?" He asked himself. Then he looked at the girl on the ground. "Did you just close line me to the ground?" He chuckled, extending his hand to the girl.

((Anything14 has quit, she/he didn't inform me so i haven't been able to post.))

Blake helped the girl up, he saw that she was bleeding pretty good, a car pulled up a little close to them, Blake put his hand on his katana ready for anything. Then, out of the car stumbled a funny looking man in a tux. "Oh my, she's done it again." The funny tuxedo man said.

"She got jumped by some thugs, she beat the crap outa them." Blake said. The butler didn't seem to be afraid or worried about him, so he must have known who he was. Blake picked the girl up and put her in the back seat of the car.
"Thank you Hunstman." The butler said, then drove off.

Blake continued his little patrol. He was once again on the roofs, they were like a second home to him. Blake felt a slight tingle in his back, something wasn't right. Blake followed his gut towards this feeling. Blake found a bunch of goons all huddled together in an alley. They looked promising, maybe they were some of franko's guys. Blake drew his bow with what seemed to be elven like grace, while doing so an arrow was already knocked on the bowstring. Blake took aim quickly, the longer you drew a bow, the more likely you were to falter in your aim. Blakes arrow hit home in the shoulder of a goon, it wasn't meant to hurt him, just hit the leather of his jacket and catch him unaware. Blake did the same to three others as they pulled out knives and one had a gun. Blake was glad the dark night sky stopped the baddies from seeing him on the roof.

Blake took aim at the gun and shot it with an arrow, he missed slightly and the arrow looked like it sliced the baddies hand too. Blake was going to run out of arrows if he kept this up. Blake hopped down the safest rout to the ground which was a fire escape. He drew his katana and in an ominous voice he said "Let the hunt begin."

Blake had been fighting these baddies for a about ten minutes now. They were attempting to slash with their knives, which did nothing to his Kevlar fabric suit. Blake didn't bother with slashing, theses guys thick sweaters and jackets would prevent any slashing from affecting them, a stab to the leg here, a blunt swing of the side of the blade to the head. Blake didn't need to kill theses guys, they were just petty thugs probably working as salesmen for drug producers. They probably had family's too, they needed to be punished, but death wasn't what they should be condemned to.

Blake smacked a guy in the arm with the side of his blade when he tried to slash at him, then he turned the blade and cut the guys forearm making him stumble back, Blake kicked him onto his ass and held him by the shirt collar. He pulled up grabbing him with force with his left hand, and with the right producing a simple pocket knife that was razor sharp and holding it at his throat. just touching the blade to the mans neck drew a small bead of blood that trickled down onto his jacket.

"Who are you working for?" Blake asked gruffly hiding his voice. The man had fear in his eyes and his heart began to race. Blake could feel his pulse by his knuckles on the mans neck holding the blade to his throat.

"I work for some weed house, I just sell. I need to feed my family." The man gasped out careful to not move his neck too much. "Franko owns the house, but I don't know anything else." The man finished.

"Where's the house?!" Blake demanded. The man had complete fear in his eyes now, Blake wouldn't be surprised if he pissed himself.

"76 Genivive place." The man said. "Now let me go." The man demanded. Blake put the knife to the mans chest and pulled him up, then he flipped around pushing the blade lightly in his back to usher him to run. These men were weak and cowards, they had left their friend to be possibly killed by The Huntsman.

Blake walked out from behind the building to find out what street he was on, he found himself beside a Dojo and as he stepped out of the alley he quickly jumped back in seeing an Asian boy in the street.

Keegan smiled when Max agreed to come with her, though now she figured she should probably let him know her true intentions. She didn't want to be responsible for him getting hurt or anything so if she told him he could make the decision on if he still wanted to come or not. She watched him leave and then got up and went into the office. She searched through the files and found his file. She grabbed his number off of it and also noticed is address was on there also. She figured she'd run home, change, and then head towards his house. She quickly filed the papers again and silently walked out of the office.

As she was silently sneaking out the door her father stopped her. "Oh didn't I tell you I needed to leave early Papa? I have a project I have to finish up with a friend for school. I'll be home late." Her father sighed, but nodded and told her to be careful. So with that she left and took off running towards home.

When she got home she saw that her mother wasn't home yet and so she assumed she was working the night shift at the hospital, her mom was an ER doctor and always had to work late. So she unlocked her house and ran up the stairs. She put on her pants and her boots of her Black Lotus costume, making it easy if she needed to change into her costume. She also put her corset on, but hid it under her [url=http://www.avenue7.com/MakeThumbnail.ashx?height=500&width=500&&file=~/Images/ComboImages/128801923451875000879c0b07-40e4-491d-9fa4-a671d0b97503.jpg&qual=80
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So with that she texted Max. I'll meet you down the street from the dojo since I saw you live close by. Also I'm bringing my car and I also have something important to tell you. She hit send as she got in her blue 2011 Mazda RX-8 that she'd gotten for her 16th birthday and drove off.

In minutes she was passing the dojo and caught movement out of the corner of her eye. She slowed and parked as she looked to where she saw the movement, but couldn't see anything. Then she spotted Max and got out. "Hey Max." She said with a smile, but kept a cautious eye on where she saw the movement in case something happened.

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Blake climbed up the side of the building using windowsills and loose bricks as handholds and footholds. Blake eventually was at the top with the black night sky at his back, he would be virtually invisible from the street. Blake reached behind him and produced a flash light attachment for his bow, it pulsed quickly when turned on, the light was a bright blinding white, so when it pulsed it would render the people looking in it's direction temporarily blind.

Blake turned the light on and left it on top of the building facing the two figures in the street, one was in costume. Blake let himself fall of the top of the building and onto the other part of it that was about eight feet down, then he jumped another eight feet to the ground. Blake having the light to his back could see these two clear as day. when Blake was only a few feet from them he pressed a button on his bow, which was still slung over his shoulder, which turned the light off.

"It seems there's more than me on the streets tonight." Blake said in his gruff English accent that was The Hunstman's voice.

I'll meet you down the street from the dojo since I saw you live close by. Also I'm bringing my car and I also have something important to tell you. He sighed. "Great... first my mother then her." He says walking to the dojo. As soon as he spotted her next to her car he gave a slight wave.

"Hey Max." He heard from afar. "Yo." He simply said, putting the bag in the trunk and looking at her. "Whats with the get up?" He asked strangely. "I somehow have a feeling were going to a nightclub.... no girl would ever dress this beautiful for me." He said in a somewhat flirty way, but more rather stated facts. "I don't mind going to a club.... keep in mind I don't dance nor can I drive your car without something happening to it." He said in a joking tone as he opened the door to the passenger's seat. "Plus, I said no going back didn't I? I'm a man of my word." He said sitting down.

He closed the passenger's door and looked at her. "What are you waiting for?" He said clicking his seat belt and waiting.

(I see now, sorry about that I just misread your post. I thought you were on the roof top not in the streets down below.)

He groaned as he looked back to the light which was disturbing Keegan. He got out of the car as she took up her Katana and saw Huntsman. "Yo... the light is a safety hazard if a car was ever to come down here you do know that, right? Or are you planning on sacrificing more lives for your stupid cause?" He asked. Maxxime was rather against Huntsman's motto of killing innocent people... but when the mask came on, he couldn't care less and just followed orders. Mirage was something Max could describe as a nightmare. "I mean, seriously." He said as his eyes readjusted to the darkness.

He sighed, "Guess there was no stopping this." He said as he looked at Huntsman. He rubbed his eyes which were now a bit red. "Couldn't you have blinded us with tear gas instead.... wait no... horrible idea." He said remembering what tear gas did. "Anything you need help with Huntsman?" He asked in a peculiar tone. "I already gave my word to the lady that I'd go with her... but I guess the corruption can't wait can it?" He asked with somewhat of a sheepish smile.

Blake laughed at The Lotus, he had heard news of her from some thugs who had been talking about looking out for vigilantes, ironically enough The Huntsman got them that same night. Blake gave this other young man a venomous look. "I could have shot an arrow at you instead, maybe next time I will." Blake said in a gruffer voice than usual, his mask would cover his look of disgust, but his voice gave it away. It was harder for Blake to hide his emotions as The Huntsman, because the Huntsman was no liar.

"I know what you're up to Lotus, and I thought maybe we could do a little team building?" Blake inquired, he put his hand out slowly and pointed the tip of Black Lotus's katana away from him and towards empty air.

Blake then heard many screams and yelling for help, then he saw Jason rushing into a building, along with some firemen and sirens were blaring as Blake looked back at Lotus and her friend. "We have to help them!" Blake yelled in his rough voice. Blake ran in after some firemen. Blake saw some dead bodies in the fire and his heart sank, but when he saw Jason he was instilled with bravery. "Night Watcher." Blake greeted jason, then he ran by him and helped a girl to her feet, she was only about fifteen. She seemed to be injured, so Blake picked her up and ran halfway out of the building, he gave the girl to a firefighter who seemed to look at him with awe, then he took the girl the rest of the way outside.

Blake ran back to find more people to help out of the building before it came down, as the building blazed it filled with smoke, Blakes mask prevented him from breathing too much of it in, but the others wouldn't be so fortunate. "Cover your mouths with your shirts!" Blake yelled in worry as he noticed people coughing, then Jason opened a freezer and there were plenty of young girls inside.

Blakes blood began to boil, Franko was notorious for selling young girls as slaves and renting them out for the night to disgusting men. This was a tell tale sign of Franko. Blake was kind of glad this place of crime was being burnt now, but the people inside didn't deserve to die.

Blake jumped to the side slightly as part of the ceiling fell. the fire was spreading. Blake grabbed a couple girls by their hands, a few others followed Blake as he ran through the building quickly and lead them to the firefighters who escorted them the rest of the way out. Blake could only hope jason was close behind leading the rest of the girls.

"Shit." Was all Keegan could mumble when the Huntsman called her out. She couldn't hide it now and was about to say something when she heard the screaming too and watched the Huntsman take off. She turned and looked at the burning building down the way and her eyes widened. She knew the place and was slightly in shock as she stared at the orange flames.

After a minute, she finally got over her shock as she turned back to Max. "I hate to say this, but he's right I am the Black Lotus." She stated as she took off her shirt, revealing the corset that was part of her costume. She then strapped her katana to her back and pulled out her face mask. "This is kinda what I was gonna tell you, but now you know and now i need to go help. If you plan on helping to then please be careful. I could never forgive myself if you got hurt or anything." She said and gave Max a small smile before puting her mask on and taking off towards the fire.

As she was about to go in she saw the Huntsman coming out with some girls. She immediately recognized what was going on and anger filled her eyes. She looked at the Huntsman briefly before bolting into the fire. She knew the building would come down soon, but she wanted to help save the girls if there were any left and so she made her way to where she heard voices and some little girls screaming. When she got in there she saw the Night Watcher and laughed slightly to herself. She should have figured she'd end up running into him here. She then looked to the few girls and quickly motioned to some of them to follow her. She quickly guided them out and over by the Huntsman. "I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill Franko and anyone who's helping him do this. They will find no mercy or sympathy from me." She angrily said as hatred filled her eyes. Her fists were clenched tightly and she shook a little with rage.

He grinned as Mirage took over. "You guys are freaks! All of you!" He screamed after her, just to keep his image unknown and ran off. "Sorry for this Keegan...." He said as he sighed and took his bag into an alley. In a few moments, Max wasn't around anymore. Only the cold insanity that was Mirage. He easily climbed up the house, running off with his crossbow, dagger and katana strapped. He jumped from one roof to the next, the adrenaline rushing him forward.

After a few moments, he knew what he was looking for as some hooded figures jumped into a van... and so the chase was on. Left, right and another left. Mirage saw the pathetic little van trying to run away. "Pathetic pieces of shit." He screamed as he followed them. Then he managed to out cut them off, taking up his crossbow. "Crappy aim, fail me now." He said as he knocked the bolt in place, holding it up. With a stroke of luck for the thieves, Mirage missed. "SHIT!" He screamed. He then knocked his grappling bolt, shot it at the van and struck it. Without realizing his stupidity, Mirage was flung forward. Only with the help of the grappling mechanism did he manage to not splatter on the ground, but on the side of the van.

The guys inside looked around. "The hell was that?" Asked one. "Take the damn point." Said the supposed leader. The guy opened up a window, seeing Mirage strapped to the back. "Hey!" Mirage screamed. "Little help here?" He said, as the other guy pulled off a gun. Max was glad he wasn't on a very used road... for the shots fire off missed him and could've injured somebody else. "Can't aim? Don't take it personally, I can't either." He said as he struck out knocking the dude out. He jumped inside the free window, punched the lights out of one of the thugs and pulled the gun to the driver's head. "Stop the car nice and slow." He said with a grin. "Your not getting out of here alive!" The driver said, slamming his foot on the peddle as Mirage shot. Mirage quickly opened the door and jumped out, tucking and rolling as the car slammed into the wall of a house, breaking in and making innocents scream.

Mirage got up bloody from a head wound, a badly bruised leg and a dislocated arm. He limped to the house looking at the owner. "Hey.... everybody alright?" The man gave a slight shake of his head, terrified. "Sorry about the mess... I'm sure the insurances can pay." He said, walking off and back to the dojo... Well, limped.