Meanwhile....<br/><br/>The reports hadn't been entirely inaccurate about the situation within the rather large metropolitan bank. Hostages were indeed taken within the large building, only it was a result of not one, but two villainous figures attempting to rob place for all its' worth. Only problem rested within the detail that what may have appeared to those outside like some sort of attempted team-up was actually more so an incident of two costumed crooks stepping on the others toes. Still, the pair did work well enough when it came to the immediate securing of guards, employees and customers respectively. Bound by either rope of handcuffs, each of the regular folk could only watch on helplessly as the pair took the opportunity to nearly clean out the vault... and then proceed to bitch about whom got the take bigger cut.<br/><br/>"Fuck off, Frost Bolt! I'm the one who had the guts to act first, so I'm the one who takes home the bigger cut of this heist." Came the rather gruff, if commanding voice of the villain known amongst circles as Killercide - directing his displeasure toward the ice themed 'cohort' of the moment while keeping a large bag filled with loot slung over his shoulder.<br/><br/>Frost Bolt (http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs44/f/2009/056/e/0/Absolute_Zero_by_fdiskart.jpg) stood there, his voice altered toward a raspy sound due to the mouth piece worn as part of his garb - the cool villain keeping his frost cannon aimed toward the hostages with one hand while the other lingered over the smaller bolt gun holstered at his side, "Insufferable cretin. You know I was standing in line - garbed in fedora and trench coat ensemble - awaiting upon that perfect moment to make my presence known with grand style, when you came barging in here and stole my thunder."<br/><br/>Indeed, both had a decent claim to the resulting loot of this heist. Frost Bolt, whom could alter his physical appearance toward looking a normal shade of color, had entered the bank first while keeping his armor and weapons concealed before awaiting for his ideal moment to strike. On the other hand, Killercide knew of how waiting too long could result in mistakes which would result in the police being alerted by security or any schmuck with a cell phone. As such, the older, veteran villain had made his move far earlier despite his younger colleagues claim to the place.<br/><br/>At the moment, however, the only thing which came across the groaning Marcus's mind after Frost Bolt's defense was the following burning question, "... Please don't tell me you were planning to wait for the set up of the teller asking if you were going to be making a deposit or withdraw?"<br/><br/>Seemingly having got it in one, the blue complexioned villain appeared rather flustered before suddenly shouting, "Ngh, I don't need to explain myself to such classless 'old timer' like yourself, Killercide!!" Immediately after saying this, Frost Bolt redirected his frost cannon toward his fellow villain - being very quick to bark out orders at this point, "Now step aside! I've indulged your foolishness far longer than was necessary. I'll be taking the full amount for myself, if you would be so kind?"<br/><br/>"I think we both the answer to that one, frosty." The masked villain stated, surprisingly calm given the situation, albeit breaking that demeanor for a moment to tilt his head faintly while inquiring, "....And did you just call me 'old'?!"<br/><br/>The hint of annoyance caught within the question was quickly magnified within a few fleeting moments, until that anger unleashed itself through a swift motion of bringing his foot up to kick the arm cannon near its barrel - sending the weapons trajectory range upward as seemingly gallons of snow suddenly shot out and began filling the bank before Killercide charged forward to slam his fist into the weaker male's gut.<br/><br/>"OMPH!!!" Was the only word Frost Bolt managed to exclaim as the wind was knocked out of him while being sent toward the floor with the solo hit. Marcus moved quick at rushing toward the other villain and hold the arm cannon down with a well placed foot to pin the deadly weapon toward the floor, but it left him wide open for Frost Bolt to grab the smaller gun at his side and take aim.<br/><br/>Marcus managed to sidestep the first shot, but the resulting projectile icicle would easily rip through the large bag held over his shoulder - causing the thousands of dollars worth of contents within it to spill out onto the ground. "You little shit!! I was going to put this toward my next car!!" The villain shouted down at his cold themed colleague, only for his eyes to widen as the realization of Frost Bolt taking aim at him with both weapons sunk into his skull, "Crap."<br/><br/>The next several moments were largely spent with Marcus having to race around the bank and using whatever the man could short of the hostages themselves for coverage against the onslaught of instantly freezing snow and icicle daggers. Eventually, Frost Bolt either seemed satisfied with having made his point or had realized how much time was wasted, and proceeded to make his way toward the front exit (the doors for any back ones having ironically been frozen over during the scuffle) with a smaller bag of money and gold which was easy enough for him to carry and would still net him a few thousand for his efforts.<br/><br/>"Feel free to help yourself to what little you can stuff in your pockets on the way out, old timer!!" The villain mockingly called back while quickly making his way out to swiftly deal with the local authorities before any costumed do-gooders showed up to further hinder his departure.<br/><br/>Slowly rising up from behind a desk which had several icicle daggers embedded into the fine wood surface, Marcus had evidently switched gears from playing around with the younger villain and was quite clearly pissed off. "Ok, Frost Bolt. If you want to play hardball, than it looks like I'll have to cool you out myself." He threatened, initially unaware of the accidental pun until overhearing a few groans from the huddled hostages which caused him to snap back with an eyebrow twitch, "Hey, it's not too late for me to use a few of you as meat shields out there."<br/><br/>Jabbing a threatening finger at the now silenced group of men and women, Marcus's attention shifted toward a lone gold bar which had fallen out of the ripped bag. Taking the time to lean over and grab it without bothering to do the same for the other money partially buried under the chemically created snow, the masked villain turned and began to make his way after what he felt was rightfully his at this point. Nobody steals from a crook.