[center][b]Stalwart Bruiser-White King[/b][/center]
Bruiser wasn't expecting to happen upon a warzone, not this early into the hostilities at least.

He especially didn't expect to happen upon the Sweepers being the main force on the attack, using his guild's former stock of weaponry. The ones they stole during the weeks of chaos and anarchy. These people called themselves justice? They called themselves heroes? They weren't either of those things, just thugs and villains. Just like Moon Rider, who they chose to align themselves with. He was going to show them how a real hero does things.

Mainly by beating them to death, but it was the reasoning behind it that mattered.

So, he wasn't hesitant to stomp his way into the middle of their fight with the Fanged Rangers, a great roar tearing it's way out his throat as one unlucky Sweeper caught the full brunt of his [i]Atlas Fist[/i] perk from behind. Sending the poor Assassin flying over the heads of anyone in the back lines. He didn't mind using it up for now, it was going to reset itself in a minute anyways. Turning his head, he could see Tender Fern in battle, he wasn't good with words, especially not while he in his roaring a rampaging mode, so he let her be.

Nonetheless that Assassin was only the first villain to fall to his heroic rage, as he began to barrel his way through the opposing forces. It was going to be a real Punch Party. No, it was going to be a Punch Festival, and every Sweeper unfortunate enough to be in his line of sight was invited. 

The speed boost with each successful hit began to stack up, and his fists became little more than blurs of concrete heading toward the heads and torsos of his enemies. He needed to focus on something bigger though, something that would explode violently when he punched it into oblivion. That's when he noticed their vehicles, and a half-formed plan sneaked it's way into the White King's mind. 

He was definitely going to destroy them, or steal them. He wasn't entirely sure, but he'd figure it out when he got to them.