[b]STOPMAN III[/b]

Souta was done. Absolutely done. Dining and dashing was one thing, but using flat-out mind control to do it? That was beyond low. [color=f7976a]"Yeah, sure, I'll grab it. Eventually. Like, maybe ten years from now. You just hold onto it till then. Now, buddy, how about we play [i]my[/i] game?"[/color]

He caught Jack's arm with his other hand as the cheat attempted to dodge a chair. It clipped Jack in the shoulder, probably bruising it heavily. He wouldn't be moving it for at least a few minutes.

[color=f7976a]"My game is called 'Don't Let Me Break Your Arm'."[/color], Before Jack or Tough Love could react, Souta brought the limb down across his knee, splintering Jack's arm just above the elbow with a wet snap. He looked up at Jack with half-lidded eyes, [color=f7976a]"Whoops. You lost."[/color]

Souta held the upper half of Jack's broken arm with his left hand and grabbed his unbroken one with his right, systematically transferring his grip so Jack couldn't escape. He leaned in close, [color=f7976a]"Want to play again? Oh, but I got an idea. How about we all play together this time?"[/color]

The manager stood up straight for the first time in years, granted new-found courage by Jack's poor situation. Fifty times, this son of a bitch had mind-controlled his staff into giving him free food and fifty times (fifty one, counting today) they had just let him walk out, but no more. He reached into the pocket of his cheap suit, taking hold of the brass knuckles he had bought on a whim a month and a half ago. For the first time, standing here in this building, Minami Kenji DID want to play. He stepped forward.

[color=f7976a]"Looks like we've got our first contestant: The man you've wronged the most here. How about we count your crimes, one blow for each meal you've stolen? I think that's fair. Don't worry, I'll count so that he doesn't go over."[/color]

Kenji gripped Jack's forehead with one hand, ensuring there was no escaping, period. A set of brass knuckles slammed across Jack's jaw, knocking his teeth loose and starting his gums bleeding.

[color=f7976a]"That's one."[/color], Souta muttered as he restrained both of Jack's arms, holding Jack tightly so that he was unable to move or escape, [color=f7976a]"Fifty left."[/color]