Stay Chill

French Roots

In the pawn shop, there were a couple of thugs with metal baseball bats, wearing black masks, and holding three employees of the shop hostage. It was about UK time ten things in the pawn shop and they were robbing the place of the most valuable objects a person can sell. Two of the burglars were carrying a solid gold harp slightly bigger than a man out of the entrance, and it looked something that could make these men a fortune.

"Hurry it up, fellas." said the first man. "We're gonna he rich!"

"I can't wait to count all the dollar bills this harp will make us." said a second one. "And what about the drum kit over there?"

"Yeah, we'll get that." said another goon while holding a small collection of jewels. "But we gotta do this one at a time."

"Look, we don't want any trouble." said the manager. "Just let us go."

"Oh shut up." said the ringmaster of this giant flatly. "As soon as we get what we want, we'll get outta here. And don't even think about calling the fuzz on us, either. Otherwise, you will suffer really bad headaches when you wake up the next morning, that is... If you wake up."

Suddenly, there was the sound of fighting outside the pawn shop and one of the thugs outside was flung at the window with the glass breaking. The man hit against an incoming wall Ph jis back and he fell down on his belly, stunned and unconscious.

"What the heck is that?" a fourth burglar said.

Yakov then came into the building, looking quite bold in putting an to this chaos. "Stop!" he shouted. "In the name of justice, let those employees go and put all the valuables back in their places, or suffer the consequences."

"Oh no! It's one of the new heroes!" said a fifth thug.

The mechanical man cracked his knuckles and slowly walked towards them menacingly. The first thing then charged at him with his baseball bat, and the Ukrainian man raised his arms over his head so that the bat couldn't hit it. His mechanical arms were like small shields for protection against anything dangerous about to come towards him.

It didn't even hurt his arms and he only felt something slightly like his arm moving from the impact of the blow. "What the?" asked the first thug. Before he knew it, he felt Yakov took the bat away from him, and split it in two with his hands, and his right knee as if it was a large twig, then through the two halves behind him.

The next thing Yakov did was: hit the goon in the stomach three times with his immense strength and knock him towards a wall.

All the employees smiled, knowing that they have been saved by the Ukranian and they owe him big time after he saves them all. The second man charged and tried punching Yakov's stomach, but to little effect. It hurt the fist like he punched a steel wall, and almost broke it. "OW!" said the thug who punched him. "My hand!"

"It was not wise of you to try and punch me in the gut like that, unless you wants your knuckles cut open, little man." said Yakov.

Persistent and angry, the man punched him with his other hand, and it turned just as hurt as the first one.

"i told you, stupid." Yakov flatly said.

The other goons tried fighting him, but thanks to his immense strength, he threw one over another window, and punched another so hard in the gut, he broke the back door of the shop. Having enough, the remaining ones tried fighting him by hitting him in the hit with their bats, but to no avail, as Yakov was destroying these robbers, and he wasn't;t even trying to subdue them, and after he was done, he piled the hurt and sore burglars in a small pile and the police came shortly after.

Lincoln and Luna saw what was happening, and they were surprised by how well a cybernetic man can fight like that. Yes, it was a good thing that the Steel Soldier was on the side of good and not evil. He beat these burglars really good, and these thugs learned not to tango with this mechanical man. "wow, that was totally awesome." Luna said. "Totally rocking!"