The Punishing Knights ~ The Punisher And Moon Knight

Fight At The Old Port

Shortly after arriving home, because apparently Steven can't be the only one embarrassing himself in front of Jake today, some would say it's karma and some would say it's fair to the bad luck. But Marc, when he entered in the apartment, got his feet tangled in their weighted blanket, which was on the floor, why? it's a good question. And that just before eating the ground quite painfully... Why does the floor of this apartment have to be so hard!?

"-I'm really starting to believe that you two have a secret relationship with the ground...

"-Jake..." the man on the ground said, looking up at the reflection of his alter in one of their many mirrors.

-Yes, a confession to make?

-Fuck you...''

Those were his last words before resting his face on the floor in resignation. Although after a while he decided that the floor wasn't the best place to sleep. Marc therefore drags himself to the bed covered with rough and very uncomfortable sheets, which reminds him that he must absolutely change them.

They all end up falling asleep despite everything, lulled by the soothing sound of raindrops crashing against the window next to the bed...

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When Marc woke up, it was 12h45, a fairly late hour of course, but with Steven's insomnia problems and Jake who spends his nights outside fighting or doing some of the missions given by Khonshu, a little bit of sleep definitely does them no harm.

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Frank's plan was simple. He went to see Curtis and asked him if the former soldiers who attend the group meetings still had their weapons. The ex-soldier doctor had passed on the message, then, to Castle's greatest relief, the repatriated soldiers answered the call.

Of course, it's not a huge collection of rifles, but enough for Frank to manage without a problem. In what was brought is: a Swiss army knife, three revolvers, two small caliber Glocks, and a shotgun. Frank thanks heaven that carrying a weapon is still legal, but mostly for the mutual aid and solidarity that the military maintain among themselves.

The rest of Castle's plan went as he had planned. He went to the old port, then to hide all the weapons he had found a few hours before. By doing this, Frank can easily fight without risking running out of bullets during a battle since there are other guns stashed all over the site.

Several hours have passed since and it's now 9:10 p.m. About 20 minutes before the appointment that was indicated on the USB key. Frank discreetly watches the old port, on the lookout for any noise or movement.

The last faint rays of the sun hide behind the buildings of the city in the distance, the sky displays a pretty canvas of steel blue overhung by the moon having almost reached its first quarter. The light breeze present does not however help to make the atmosphere less humid, although after three days of rain and high temperatures it's far from surprising.

Not far away, only a few meters in the direction of the edge of the city, a sound of footsteps attracts the attention of Castle. Who grabs without an ounce of hesitation the Glock 17M which was stuck in his belt, and advances with a more than determined step towards the noise.

Once there, Frank looks around sternly and seems quite disappointed that he has no one to shoot. His gaze rises and goes far away, towards the river. But, he doesn't see any boats, or even anything else on the horizon to be exact. He therefore decides that he has some time to do a reconnaissance tour between the old buildings near the port.

It's only when walking in these alley towns that a small stone rolls down the roof of a building, and comes crashing down a few centimeters from Frank. Intrigued by where it came from, Castle looks up. His gaze stops on the silhouette of a crouching man, perched on the edge of the roof, who, seems to be disguised.

He gets up quietly, leaving a moment of doubt in Frank's mind, then he jumps to the building opposite with an impressive ease.

Without thinking more than that, Castle rushes to the port, to be surrounded by his weapons as quickly as possible. He doesn't know the desires of the masked man, but he guess that his primary intentions are not to sip a tea while talking about the weather.

Going down the alleys, Frank looks behind him, especially in height. The man follows him at full speed, jumping from roof to roof having visibly fixed his target on the man armed to the teeth. With each vertiginous jump of the masked man, the wind beats in his cape, revealing a perfect crescent moon shape. Frank can't help but feel a kind of hatred but above all a certain despair. It started with a fucking blind demon in pajamas, and now I'm being chased by the moon?!? What will it be next time?! A giant talking spider or what?!?

The stranger takes off one last time before finishing his jump directly against Castle's shoulder blades. Frank, who had barely arrived in the middle of the port, fell violently forward. Let's just say he hadn't anticipated that happening. The masked man, who finished his entry in color by doing a nice roll, gets rid of his costume. He now stands over Frank, and begins beating him with his fists.

Obviously, letting himself be beaten without flinching is not at all the type of the former marine. Without waiting, Castle gets up, already boiling with rage. He is destabilized for a few seconds, because the man opposite no longer has his suit on and his face does not seem completely unknown to him, but he resists the urge to ask himself questions. He's just trying not to get distracted.