[b][u]Market District[/u][/b]

Hiroshi was originally very psyched up to handle something as simple as [i]armed robbery.[/i] You see, guns are very simply to psychic away! They’re not a part of the body, so it’s not like he has to try extra hard to pull them away from people or anything. It was supposed to just be a matter of making sure none of them went off is all. (Which, he had to admit, was harder since bullets are much smaller and go a bit too fast to readily focus on.) Another hero stepped in after him and… oh shoot, he’s B-Class? Good thing he showed up first! He might have gotten shooed off if it was the other way around… Well, either way, with the two of them together they could bag these guys like a piece of ca—

Hiroshi was not ready for what these (mostly) gruff men were [i]actually[/i] hiding beneath their coats. Those… Those weren’t guns. Those were [i]not[/i] guns. Of course they couldn’t just be guns! A sweat drop slid down the side of Hiroshi’s face as he recalled one of his favorite ways to describe Ginmura. “It’s always fucking crazy here.”

Alright, alright, don’t panic now… Losing face is the moment you lose the fight, and he staunchly [i]refused[/i] to lose against people who would rob a bank. With super powered suits no less! These people were even worse than school cheaters in his mind, since they took their cheating [i]into life.[/i] Alright… That seemed like sufficient motivation to not make him turn tail right then and there. Cheaters don’t go unpunished in his mind, no matter who they are.

“You think being all big and bulky’s gonna scare someone— a [i]hero[/i] like me?!” he boldly proclaimed as he picked his frisbee off his belt, “I’m [i]Psycho Spiral[/i] and we’re gonna take you all in!”

Yeah there was no way this wasn’t going to go badly for him.