<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/8d/36/07/8d36071af51808d686da75d47a39c8c2.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Luke Cage<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Still Luke Cage[Sometimes Power Man]<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>TBD/Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Luke's - Harlem, NY<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>NPCs, Jessica, Misty, Shang, Patsy, Abigail, Open<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>Handing out ass whoopins<br/><strong>Music:</strong>No More Mr. Nice Guy (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpPZkOK88WU&index=8&list=PL1WGTiMvY7dujN17fnJ-bABC_soJswV58)<br/><hr/><div align="center">(http://cdn.movieweb.com/img.news.tops/NEtgCZIgzcZgxu_2_b.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><br/>It felt good to cut loose for a change. A little known secret, but clearly one not too easy to guess, was that Mr. Cage had never used his full strength against anyone. Why would he? Gangbangers and private security were still normal guys behind their weapons(which he was invulnerable to), so he wasn't hitting guys hard enough to make them explode or tossing people over buildings. Even when he fought other capes like himself, he tended to hold back because he didn't know how much damage they could take. He'd never be able to live with himself knowing he killed someone because he couldn't pull a punch.<br/><br/>Well...right now that shit flew out the window. Here he was fighting a rock golem that didn't seem to feel pain, and hit him hard enough for him to actually notice he was getting hit. There was no reason to go easy on this fucker. So at the end of this scrap, Luke planned to stand victorious over a pile of pebbles. He just hoped his confidence in himself wasn't beaten by the creature. Right as Luke wound up to swing as hard as he could into the creatures...<em>skull</em>? He heard Jessica's voice, it's usual sarcastic tone overlaid with tension and anxiety from the attack...questioning him about fighting someone who could challenge him.<br/><br/><strong>"Really Jess, you wanna do this noaaarrrrgh!"</strong>That momentary distraction had caused him to look away, to her, and forget that he'd seen the eye slit opening. Well when he turned back all he saw was yellow, and he just crossed his arms in front of him as it was the only thing he could do. Well it worked...sort of. The energy beam tore into him with more impact than anything he'd ever felt, and as he looked away from the blinding light, he saw his pants getting shredded. And then he started getting pushed back, and then...he was flying. Despite his strength and durability, Luke only weighed a few hundred pounds.<br/><br/>And he hadn't braced himself, so the energy beam sent him flying. Flying across the street and clean<em>through</em>an industrial grade dumpster. There was just...a mangled dumpster and the big hole where Cage went through.<strong>"Ffffuuuuuuuuck. Never wanna do that again,"</strong>the still smoking Hero for Hire grumbled as he stood to his feet. Calmly walking over to a Hummer parked nearby while Jess took a street lamp to it's face, Luke wrapped his chain around the axle and made sure it locked tight.<strong>"Jess! Get outta the way!"</strong>And then he ran toward the Mindless One until his chain snapped taut; then his muscled bulged and he pulled, swinging the hummer through the air to slam it down on the monsters head in a massive arc, like a gigantic improvised game of whack-a-mole.<br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/OhQxDrP.gif)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Eric Brooks<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Blade<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>TBD/Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ryker's Island Penitentiary<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>NPCs, Blade's Team, Daredevil, Frank Castle<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>So much hitting<br/><hr/><br/><br/>As sneaky as Murdock was, and as highly trained as he was, it was still damn hard to sneak up on a guy who could smell your blood more than a mile away; or hear a mouse scurrying under a moving subway train. Blade didn't even react as he stepped out of the shadows, until he gave him a curt nod. There would be plenty of time for pleasantries later. Right now, they needed to make the undead...just<em>dead</em>. A task he was very skilled at, and he was sure the other two would get the gist of it really quick. Frank was a soldier, and he mowed down groups of highly trained men all the time. This wouldn't be anything new. He'd just need to get used to fighting feral vampire monsters.<br/><br/>The Daredevil on the other hand didn't tend to kill, but Blade had heard about that mess with the Hand and Nobu. Matt could take down undead just fine. It wasn't like he had to worry about losing the support of the Nosferatu association and he'd get no more business from them. Matt stated what Blade already feared and already knew. "These aren't your normal vamps. You can throw that "Interview with a Vampire" and "Twilight" shit out the window. Imagine...a swarm of rats, trained to kill. But vampires. And that's where we stand." Frank was...well he was Frank. Answering every tease with a comeback of his own that managed to be part snarky, part stating fact.<br/><br/>With both men behind him, they went to work. The first of the vampires fell from the rafters, shrieking like a banshee and stretching it's claws toward Blade on the way down. "Well. Bout damn time you finally started the party!" And then with what seemed the greatest of ease, Blade shifted just enough to move out of the way, then twisted to slam his palm into the back of the vamps head and push down as hard as he could. It's skull shattered against the stone and under Blade's hand, causing it to poof into ashes. "One down! Who's next?" With his glaive in one hand, and his sword in the other, he was taking all comers.