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Posting this for Lenny as he's still having issues.

Joe leans back in his chair

"Well I need time to digest that information, but I can say for certain who ever moved you will know your face now, and Wolfman certainly meant you no harm, he must have known you were there but elected not to attack you"

Yoko ponders for a few seconds "Joe, can we talk at your place tonight?"

"Sure" he hesitates "...but Steve will be there, I told him about the real you"

Yoko stare silently

"You have nothing to worry about, He loves you, he understands about you.....He calls you my Superhero *** Hag"

Yoko smiles and casts another glance at the man who made her feel uneasy when he came in, why does he make her nervous, Could he see her cutlass which she had hidden under the table? Doubtful what was it.

"Here's your coat" says Joe Handing Yoko her trenchcoat she kept at Joes

"You aren't faboulous enough to pull this off" she grins "why did you...."

"When you didn't show up last night I had a feeling that I'd see you here" Joe replies "I will check the security tapes at work, Largest private security firm in the City, must of seen something"

Yoko pulls on the coat and secrets the Cutlass underneath in one fluid move. a move she had practiced many times. As Yoko and Joe leave she looks at the Mystery man again, she turns away and puts it own to her heightend state of alert from last night, Yoko hugs Joe as he hails a cab and get's in, Joe is the only person Yoko has in the City, hell country, Her family well what's left of it are scattered around the Globe, she doubts if she will see them again.

Yoko turns into an alley way and scales a fire escape in seconds and starts bounding from rooftop to rooftop, Suddenly she stops dead and looks across the Steet.

"Shit" she mutter's

She sees Wolfman carrying a kitbag, she would love to gather Intel on him but she has to Visit Andrini's while the scene is fresh, Her blood trait will help her stay undetected as she will be seen as only a movement in the wind by anyone at the scene. She studies Wolfman for few seconds, as he shoot's a glance up to the rooftop, Yoko leaves bounding across the cities buildings towards Andrini's Warehouse.


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(Just a short Installment tonight)

Yoko is sitting atop a building across from the Andrini Warehouse, crosslegged . She scans the scene outside what is left of the warehouse. The walls look mainly intact the roof is all but gone. There is a heavy police presence and she knows that inside the warehouse the CSI's will be searching maticulously. She has to plan her moves carefully.

She uncroses her leg and drops down from the doorway that leads to the roof and crouches and moves toward the ledge. she takes a knee and peers over. 4 officers at the gated entrance and a few reporters across the street from them with microphones talking into camera's. inside the compound there are 2 Officers at the main entrance and one each at every other doorway. in the parking lot are a few cruisers, a SWAT van and the 2 CSI vans.

"Why would they send a SWAT team?" she mutters to her self "It makes no sense"

She looks around the roof top, 2 locked pigeon boxes the flaps open for returning birds. away from the boxes a washing line,  dust and debris litters the roof and Greenhouse in the corner given the smell from it and the amount of locks it had and the inside windows were smeared with that white stuff that get put on empty store front windows it was literally a "greenhouse". 

Yoko closes her eye's and opens then again her Bloodtrait is now active, but she can sense someone coming, she has to hide, she can't risk being seen but she has no where to hide, She needs more time to scout the Andrini complex so thats out, If she moves now she would be caught by the CCTV on the adjacent roofs. The person is coming closer and closer, Yoko is trapped.....


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Olafs apartment, somewhere in New York. The furniture looks very functional, nothing fancy. Standing out is a large, twin bladed battleaxe, mounted on a wall display next to a wooden puppet, wearing what appears to be nordic armour, complete with a broad leather belt. Several smaller throwing axes hang from the belt. Next to this set of armour stands a simple wooden sideboard with four small statues on it. Clearly, those statues are replicas of the huge statues housing the spirits in Scandinavia House.

In front of the sideboard, on a shaggy woolen rug, Olaf is kneeling, deep in thought. The room is dimly lit by the setting sun outside, shining in through the only window. Olaf is bare chested, in fact, he is wearing nothing but what appears to be a towel. His skin is glistening in the sunlight, he appears to have been showering not too long ago. Olafs breath comes deeply.

Spirits, what am I supposed to do? For generations upon generations, my forefathers have guarded you. All of them did something meaningful with their lives, something to be remembered. In my dreams, I can hear them speak to me from Valhalla, I can hear them say..... "What have you done?" "You are not worthy yet." It pains me. Sometimes I doubt that I even hear my forefathers, that my dreams are all just visions from Hel, sent to torment me and rob me of my sleep. Even my father, back home, he already is worthy of his ancestors, even though he is far from joining them. My father....

Olaf Torlofssons mind goes back to his childhood. To crackling hearthfires in a simple stone cabin near the arctic circle. His father´s house, built in the tradition of his forefathers. A viking longhouse, heated by roaring fires and stone, soaking up the heat to give it off again later, when the fires were burning low. Olaf saw himself, as a boy, wielding a wooden sword in training against his enormous father.

Torlof, looking like a viking of legend, a hearty laugh and a grim roar, protector of the spirits for over 40 years. It was during Americas war in Vietnam, that Torlof earned his place amongst his ancestors. The spriits guided him all the way through Russian tundra and chinese deserts into the jungles of Vietnam, where to this day, locals still speak of the giant with the axe, who slaughtered over 40 raiders before they could kill their entire village. Whispers of his indomitable feat of strength, lifting cars with ease and throwing them, of his speed, dashing from foe to foe, almost too fast for the eye to follow, his apparent invulnerability to their weapons and the searing fire he spread with every stroke of his axe. The giant saved an entire village.... only for a seemingly meaningless statue of a turtle diety nobody remembered. Gladly the villagers gave him the statue as a reward for saving them and looked on in awe as, with a roar like a bear, the giant shouldered the gigantic stone colossus  and carried it off. 

Olafs thoughts returned to the present. A soothing feeling overcame him as he felt the spirits guidance. It was like he was instructed to show patience. 

Very well, spirits. In all my life, you have never caused my trust and loyalty in you to waver. I will be patient. I will have faith. I will earn my place amongst my ancestors in the halls of Valhalla. Thank you for your guidance, spirits.
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*Fletcher sat on his carpeted floor with his hips on his ankles and knees in the ground. Four incense sticks burned in a line in front of him, and a fire smoldered behind them. He set up a tripod and a small Bunsen burner, before placing a bowl filled with stones and various herbs and a substance that most would consider a type of narcotic but was in reality a sample of ambrosia he cultivated on rare occasions. He set the flame to a slow boil, then opened his palms, held them outward, and turned them to face upwards before settling back and regulating his breathing, holding each breath for four seconds before releasing it for four seconds. His meditation in this way opened up the lungs, and as the different aromas and clouds of smoke billowed around him he felt his body lighten, and he felt his conscious expand outwards.

His vision faded into an expanse of stars, the heavens opening before him. He felt a rush of wind at his back, and he saw the stars streaming past him. He saw himself streaking past Venus, then Mercury, before flying through the sun and into a darkness. When his vision brightened, he watched himself, half-chanting, half-singing:

Fletcher:
O Apollo, son of thundering Zeus,
Far-seeing, far-striking,
ever observant.

Bless me with your oracle powers,
mysteries of the world unraveled,
insight unrivaled.

Bless me, father,
Help me gain the wisdom to
do your work, to bring light to the world.

*He faded away from his body, as a flood of visions streak past him. A giant bird, fire streaming from its wing tips, circles over a small museum. It banks hard in a complete 180 degrees and zooms straight towards Fletcher. The scene shifts to the Hudson River, as a giant wave crashes into the shoreline and recedes back into the ocean. A black smoke rises in the background, vomited from a huge crater in the Empire State Building, and the sounds of a great clash of humanity in battle erupt from the streets below. Citizens scurry through the streets, as two gangs of mobs fight and grapple, while armed policemen try to break up the growing mob before opening fire on the crowd. And as the visions begin to fade and he feels the tug of his conscious returning to his body, a fleeting image of a man in a suit screwing a silencer onto a pistol outside of his apartment races past him.

He came to his senses and realized that the sun had gone down and the incense had long since burnt out, before hearing his apartment door slowly opening up, barely creaking. He rolled to the side and hid behind the back panel of his couch. As the man tiptoed into the living room and aimed his gun in each spot of the room he checked, Fletcher snuck behind him and drove him to the ground with a double leg takedown and clamped a headlock onto the unsuspecting hitman, who initially resisted before slumping unconscious to the floor.*


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Fletcher: Alright, things just got interesting. Someone just sent a hitman after me. Wasn't too bad of a job. Someone, or some group, doesn't want me to exist. I've gotta get out of here.

*
He scurried to his room, threw open his drawers, and threw two different changes of clothes, a small Zip-Loc baggie of "essentials" (a wallet, disposable cellphone, and a small vial of a purplish-liquid) into a red backpack. He grabbed another, slightly bulkier athletic bag and strode to his closet, packing his extra uniform and gear (particularly his extra three quivers and a set of gloves) and stashed these in the bag. Finally, he lugged his gear to the living room, where he grabbed a leather guitar case and opened it, before carefully packing his bow into the specially-built compartment inside of it. He pulled a New York Yankees baseball cap down on his head, grabbed his gear, and quietly exited the room, locking the door behind him.*

Fletcher: Stay calm dude, this isn't the first time you've had to move quickly. Get to ground, lay low, and cover your back trail and figure out what is hunting you. Good thing Aunt Di is close.

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He kept his head down and closed distance through the lobby of his complex before heading out the front doors and blending in with the crowd. He made sure to keep to the middle of packs, and made extra sure to mix in some quick left and right turns every few blocks. He managed to make it to the Museum of Natural History before he settled down his pace, the night life of New York covering his tracks as well as he could venture to assume.

He suddenly remembered the trance, and circled the blocks around the museum to try and pinpoint where the vision of the phoenix had originated. He felt drawn to a smaller, concrete building a mile down the street from the museum, and he snuck behind the building through a back alley before spying a window and clambering to the roof directly above it, depositing his bags in a secure corner of the building top before unlatching the window and swinging down and into it, lightly hitting the ground and rolling to a safe descent. He scanned the room, and surveyed the scene, taking in every vantage corner. He noticed he had managed to get himself stuck into what seemed like an abandoned bathroom. Spiderwebs hung from the corners of the stalls, and a rat nest long emptied sat atop the "Exit" sign. He clambered back out, threw his bags inside, and climbed back in before anyone could see.

He barricaded the door behind him, sat down on the ground, and dressed in his gear, readying himself for immediate fight or flight mode. As the noise of the metropolitan hub bub began to die down in the distance and Dawn's chariot began to ascend towards the edges of the sky, he drew his bow and set it next to him as he kneeled forward in a silent prayer to his father, thanking him for the insights he was granted, and hoping to have found a temporary refuge.*

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*At exactly 9:00 o' clock a.m, New York City went to hell.

At 9:08 am, the signal of every t.v in the Greater Area of New York City cut out, only to be swiftly replaced with a video package of burning buildings and scenes of anarchy. A helicopter crashes into a McDonalds vendor at street level, exploding into a brilliant inferno and destroying the glass of the shop. Screams ring out from inside the blaze, but quickly die. Metallica's "Enter the Lightning" throbs in the background, the audio rising and falling with the action on display. A computer modulated voice suddenly whomps out of the speakers:*

???: New York. Citizens thereof. Listen to me now. All of this awaits you in the coming months. The era of wanton waste and wealth flaunted have come to an end. This is the birthplace of the modern economy, and here too shall it hear the death knell.

*The scenes shift to rioting, gunshots spraying across a blocked intersection. The cameras zoom into the fray, showing graphic images of racing civilians trying and failing to avoid the crossfire. A woman carrying a baby trips, her head popping in a shower of gore as a stray bullet streaks through her brain. A man kneels, blood and entrails spewing from his midsection before an assailant in a black combat suit and a ski mask enters the shot and begins kicking him repeatedly in the head before two shots "thump" into his back and he jerkily falls to the ground.*

???: This madness is your own doing. There will be no end, except with full subservience. Let these videos serve as a warning.

*The footage cuts out and screens across the city go blank. Minutes later, the feed cuts back onto local news, the anchorwoman stares blankly into the camera.*

Veronica: What you have just witnessed was an unidentified signal, involuntarily taking control of the t.v reception all across New York. I'm here to report that this attack of our t.v signals is truth. Large scale riots have rapidly exploded all across New York. Harlem, Brooklyn, and Downtown Manhattan are the epicenters of the largest battles this city has seen in modern times. We urge our viewers to stay indoors and barricade their homes while the police department mobilizes and tries to calm the fighting. We promise to stay on the air as long as this situation develops and provide our viewers with the safety measures needed to-

*The feed cuts off abruptly, and a white bar of text flashes across the screen: "No Help, No Help, No Help..."*

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*Bomb detonations rock Madison Square Garden and The Empire State Building. Bystanders scream and try to run for cover, as the two buildings implode and fall.

Rival gangs across town (specifically in Harlem and Brooklyn) converge and assault each other, four different battalions clash in the streets.

A helicopter lands on the United Nations Headquarters, and a troop of soldiers in black combat fatigues pile out of the chopper and infiltrate the building.*
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"Shit" Yoko exclaims as she looks up at the roof top she just dropped down from, She had lost her vantage point

"Hey You" a cop shouts from across the street "can we talk about how you're still standing after dropping from 15 stories. 

Yoko closes her eyes and reactivates her blood trait and sprints off, she has to call off her reconnoissance but Joe will of found something, She scales a fire escape in seconds leaps several rooftops and drops street level again she sprints through a few more alley way's she knows she has lost the cop, and she thinks about who ever it was on the roof top, she felt intensity the closer whoever it was got to the roof. she didn't like it she walks with her head bowed and sit's on a bench outside a subway station she deactivates her bloodtrait and feels exhausted the lactic acid stiffens her legs and abdomen.

Picks up a newspaper that was atop the bench and starts to read, With the suns rays she would be able to move freely unencumbered with in an hour. She checks her watch and reads the paper....She hears another explosion

"Fuck" she yells as she actvates her blood trait and sprints towards the source of the explosion the Empire State building...."I'll get you this time" she mutters as she races up the nearest fire escape and leaps towards the plume of smoke she see's a second smoke cloud from MSG...un deterred she proceeds to Empire State Building...


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The specialist has been speaking technobabble for the last five minutes, "Doc, just give me the summary please." The specialist looks crestfallen before quickly mastering himself. "The nanites have exceeded their programming, they seem to be adapting to the situations you have been experiencing." The specialist explains the apparent powers the nanites possess or bestow. "This is all you work on from now on, The facility will be ready in four days, I want your full team there."

The stranger decides to push himself, neither Lanza or Cerruzzi will be alive by morning. Heading towards Lanza's stronghold, an exclusive nightclub, he considers the implications of the specialist's report. The nanites were originally designed to offer cell regeneration but had suffered from power issues, their apparent evolution had solved that problem, he hadn't understood how they powered themselves anymore, but the specialist had likened their charging to a perpetual motion generator. He had been told that he now gave off an 'aura' he wondered if it could act as a shield, making a mental note to test out that theory if an opportunity presented itself he saw the queue for Lanza's nighclub. He had visited a few times and spent a lot, tipping excessively, this saw him fast tracked through the VIP entrance. 

John and Daniel have seen his entry and decide to go inside for a closer look, "Stay calm in there John, they have a big security team, and they're all bigger than us, our badges won't get us far." John is smiling as he turns to his partner, "we're just looking nothing's gonna happen, we'll join the queue and go in under the radar" They have waited for getting close to fifteen minutes when an explosion rocks the building, "That sounded like the second floor, VIP is up there right?!"

Actually it had originated in Lanza's office, the stranger had thrown the two men guarding the office through the door before "Nice briefcase, that new?" he already knew the answer having sent it before meeting the specialist. Lanza looks at the briefcase again, he hadn't been able to open it earlier but he tries again. This time it opens and as the lid extends fully back it explodes. Lanza is reduced to a red mist and while his men are further away it does not save them as the force of the blast and shrapnel ends their lives.

John and Daniel rush inside and see the devastation, the stranger they saw enter earlier is lying at the bottom of the stairs to Lanza's office dazed, "If Lanza was in there he's dead, call this in and lets get to Cerruzzi's" Daniel radios in as he rushed to the car with John. They speed through traffic and charge into Cerruzzi's the front of the warehouse is completely devoid of life. They draw their weapons and advance slowly, suddenly the whole warehouse is bathed in bright light and Cerruzzi, standing on a gantry, is shouting at them "you ain't hitting me like the other three, you pigs are dead!" The shooting starts and Daniel is hit. Realising they have ran headlong into a trap John starts looking for an exit, he notices a fire escape and move to grab Daniel. Looking up again he saw the fire escape is chained shut, he is tarting to get a really bad feeling as he hears the roar of a fire starting. Feeling helpless he looks at where Cerruzzi was standing and sees the stranger stab his knife deep into the only remaining mob boss' side and drag the knife across his stomach, the stranger flicks his wrist and the mob boss' entrails spill to the floor, wiping the knife on the mob boss' suit he resheathes his blade before pushing Cerruzzi over the railing. 

John is building into a rage, the killer is yards away yet he cannot get to him, even if he could his partner is bleeding to death and they are both trapped in a fire. Daniel has radioed for assistance but the paramedics won't be able to help him unless they can get out of this fire. John frantically rushes to the fire escape and grasps the chain, in his anger he doesn't notice the glow of the chain as he pulls it apart, there is strain for a second before molten pieces of metal are flung away from the door. John picks up Daniel and half walks half drags him from the building. Feeling exhausted, John sits in the ambulance next to Daniel. "You're gonna be OK buddy, just hang on"


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At exactly 09:00 am, New York City went to hell. 

I was just on my way to work, when I felt the spirits shrieking. I instantly knew, many lives were extinguished at once.

The voice of the unknown speaker sounds metallic and computerized, the pattern reminds me of a speak ´n spell. The streets of Manhattan instantly turn into a warzone. I was just walking by the McDonalds on Park Avenue as a helicopter crashed into it, turning the golden arcs into blazing boomerangs. The Bear awoke within me, surged through me as a car was catapulted into the air by the explosion, sailing almost gracefully towards a goup of drooling spectators. New Yorkers, really....

I lunge for the car, hit it in midair and thrust out with all the strength the bear gives me. I succeed in changing the trajectory of the wreck by a small margin. The crowd scatters as the burning wreckage impacts into the wall behind them, sending bricks and other debris flying everywhere. Finally. Guess some people do always need a wake up call.

Another explosion within the demolished restaurant. Faint cries from a backside storage room. I don´t hesitate. The spirits guide me, I follow. With a silent thank you to the Bear, I rip the padlocked door to the backyard open like paper and storm towards the back entrance. The flames surge high around me, I ignore the heat. The heavy iron back door looks wobbly to me. It is already starting to melt, the heat from the exploded helicopter turbine is immense. Instinctively, I push the Bear aside and beg for the Phoenix. I can feel my body temperature rising as the spirit agrees to aid me. I grab the door, it already glows red. My fingers sink into the soft iron like into play-doh. I melt the hinges, or what is left of them. The door slumps to the floor, a deformed mass of smoking metal. Then i realize something.

The screams have stopped. A swift look around the blazing shop shows me why. Burning bodies litter the area around the door. People desperately clawing to escape the burning inferno, to no avail.

Dread befalls me. The spirits nudge me away from here. Willingly I step out of the inferno. Faintly, I can hear the sirens.... but also something else.... gunfire. 

Instantly, my senses go back to full alert. I cry out for the Wolf, and dash off towards the sounds of shots fired. Automatics. The fire rate is too fast for a handgun. Submachine guns. Suddenly, three masked goons spring out in front of me, instantly opening fire. The instinct of the wolf takes over, I drop to the ground, sliding underneath their line of fire, kicking two guys in the shins and punching the third in the groin. All three go down. I take away their guns, remove the clips and throw them away. The two thugs I kicked in the shins rise again, facing me with fists raised now. 

Without my bidding, I can feel the Wolf leaving me. A slight moment of panic, as fatigue sets in big time. My knees buckle, I go down to one knee. A whooping cry from one of the thugs. The fists start raining down on me. The sparkle of a blade. I see it soaring towards my back, unable to stop it.

Then, energy. Turtle, I thank you. The blade slices through my jacket and shirt and glances off my skin, leaving hardly a scratch. Energy again. Fatigue disappears. I rise with a smile. Both goons unload on my, I can hardly feel their punches. I block the knife again, knock it loose. Then the first guys teeth follow. Panic starts to show in the eyes of the other as he see´s his friend slump to the sidewalk, blood trickling out of his mouth. 

What.... what are you?

I kick the guy into the gut, hard. He doubles over. I reach for his greasy hair and pull him back up straight. The influence of the turtle is with me, my speech comes deep, slow and deliberate. Not intended, but an added effect. The words come natural, as if the spirits spoke through me.

I am a protector. A guardian of all spirits striving for a honorable life of freedom. I am the Spirit Guard.

I smash my turtle-hardened head against the face of the goon, see his eyes roll back into his head as he slumps to the floor. As I turn to walk away, I kick the third thug in the face, sending him into an oblivion of unconciousness too. After a few metres, I feel the turtle fading. Exhaustion kicks in.

I see the unspectacular facade of the Scandinavia House. With my last strength, I drag myself into it, towards the chamber of the spirits. As I enter the room, blatant shock and horror drives out all the fatigue in my body. The statues, all four.... gone.

One last thought races through my mind, before exhaustion overwhelms me and turns my vision black.....

Spirits... I have failed you.... Spirits.... help me.
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*Explosions rock through the Earth, and Faqr Strike woke up in a bolt of panic. He didn't mean to fall asleep, but the exertions from the night before took their toll. He stood upright and listened again, becoming aware of the pandemonium emanating from the streets outside.

He climbed out the window for the second time and clambered up to the top of the building, perching himself on top of the highest pier of the roof. He scanned the scene (helicopter down, flames everywhere, smoke in the distance, 10 men in covert Ops clothing coming down 5th Avenue, 12 more from the other direction, different attire, militarized gang bangers) and drew his bow, tensing for action.

Movement from the downed chopper grabbed his attention. A huge fiery goliath strode from the wreckage (
Holy shit is that Spirit Guard??) and changed forms instantly as three of the soldiers broke from the group and charged him. Two more flanked out from opposite sides of the road behind Spirit Guard, out of his line of sight, and drew their weapons. Fletcher drew two arrows quickly from his quiver, as the rest of the two groups of foot soldiers took notice of each other and rushed forward into battle, guns blazing. To the side street, Spirit Guard rushed the would be attackers.

Far Strike began a song to his father, nocking one arrow to his bow string. He stared down the sights.*

Far Strike: Pythian from Leto springs, light of Heaven speed my dart!

*PING! His bow sang out, harmonizing with his voice. The arrow zipped through the air and *thunk* buried itself into the neck of the first assailant as he moved into position behind a wrecked vehicle, and his flailing body was thrown against the wall on his left side. Normally killing was against his moral code of ethics, but this man had evil intentions, and far be it from Far Strike to deny him his ride with Charon. Hades calls, men answer.

The other assailant crouched behind a different car, unaware of his impending doom. He aimed his gun at Spirit Guard, whose form seemed to shift from a wolf-like being to something with thicker skin...*

Far Strike: Heaven-born archer! Guide my hand and guide my wrath!

*The sun exploded out from behind a cloud of smoke, and even as the gunman pulled the trigger, PING! sang Far Strike's bow, and the arrow flew from his bow and impaled itself in the hand of the gunman, sending his gun flying and the bullet ricocheted off of the far wall rather than Spirit Guard's body.

Far Strike turned swiftly and surveyed the battle field. The battalion in combat gear had routed the gang troop, and as they chased the thugs down the street away from the scene, a lone straggler stood in front of a kneeling gang banger. Three gang members and one special Ops soldier lay dead, and the kneeling gang banger cried as the man stalked up to him and put the end of his pistol against the kid's forehead.

PING! sang the bow, and an arrow shaft sprouted from the man's chest. He gasped in surprise, spat up blood, and fell backwards onto the bloodstained concrete. The gang member looked up and saw Far Strike's silhouette in the sunlight. He ran off, screaming bloody murder. Far Strike looked around for Spirit Guard, before hearing a roar of despair rumble throughout the building. He climbed back into the window and sprinted out through the door and into the hallway, before finding Spirit Guard alone and sunk to the ground of an empty showroom.*
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