As the vigilante was sent through the air and onto the street. Another figure descended upon the steps of the bank, clad from head to toe in black leather. Much to the newcomer’s surprise, the other vigilante wasn't dead. Quickly climbing to his feet, the first vigilante made a move to give chase to Tony only for the newcomer to step in front of him and calmly put out his arm, blocking the first man’s path.
”You don't wanna go in there.” He stated. “Get yourself killed. Wait for the cops and let the pros handle this. ” He said, with genuine concern in his voice.
Finding himself caught by the other man, the first vigilante brushed the arm aside before commenting, his mouth twisted into a sarcastic smirk.
"Looks like you can call me ill-advised then." He snarked looking towards the gang bangers as they began to draw their weapons. "I can handle myself, I don't need a guardian angel. So unless you're planning on hitting the bank yourself, I'm going assume we're on the same side." Two batons fell into 'ill-advised's' hands as he spoke. "So, how about we kick some ass."
"Guardian Angel, huh? That's pretty fitting 'Ill-Advised'." The somewhat larger man said, as he cracked his knuckles. "Stand back." He said, the six glowing wings erupted from his back, momentarily illuminating the entire street.
"After you."
Motioning for the other vigilante to go first, the newcomer quickly followed as the pair entered the bank. Inside, a handful of thugs had scattered across the lobby, ransacking the building. In the middle however, was the hulk of a man from outside, impossible to mistake as anything but the group’s leader.
"Dibs on the big guy."
"Be my guest." IllAdvised replied. Focusing the Vis in his body as he had been trained to do, the Lotus tattoo on his chest burning slightly, the vigilante leaped into the air, far further than any human could ever have done. Using his momentum, he ran along the side of the nearby wall, avoiding gunfire as he flipped through the air, throwing one of the batons as it connected with a gangbanger's skull before bouncing back to IllAdvised. Landing, IllAdvised swept the legs from another member of the Kings, the gangbanger's head connecting with the hard marble floor, a sickening 'THUD' echoing through the lobby. Moving to his feet, IllAdvised threw another baton as he knocked a gun away before delivering a blow to the throat of its holder.
Angel grinned softly as he watched IllAdvised’s acrobatics. This wasn't some run off the mill vigilante, this was someone who actually knew what he was doing. However, Angel’s attention was needed elsewhere as Tony, the Behemoth, turned towards the leather clad hero, fire burning in his eyes as he spoke to Angel..
"You wanna take a swing at me?" He taunted, as Angel cracked his neck.
"Let's dance." Dashing off the ground, flying at him faster than the Behemoth could have predicted, Angel charged the larger man and tackling him before taking flight. With a flap of his wings, Angel carried both of himself and Tony several meters before hitting the floor hard. Sliding across the smooth marble, the pair came to a halt as they collided with the bank vault door. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Angel delivered three quick punches to Tony’s face, before hel was flung into the air as the thug swung his arm wildly. The leather clad vigilante bounced off the ceiling before he gravity pulled him downwards as he collided with the floor. Disorientated, Angel's bell had been rung, as he laid dazed. One thing had become clear however, the witness in the Carlos trial hadn't been hit by a truck - but by this Behemoth of a man.
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