Heroes Versus Villains

Meanwhile, A Block Away...

"Hey. Hey! Stop shoving me!"

"Keep moving."

"I am!"

The suited man was being forcefully shoved down streets and sidewalks, alleys and blocks, by the Big Guy.

"Is that really what you want to be called?"

"I have no care for names. I do not care what I am called. As far as I care I do not have a name. Call me what you want."

"Alright, Big Guy," The suited man was both annoyed and amused by the sudden personality switch of the thug. However he was creeped out by the glowing green eyes and the voice change. "I hope that you realize I can get away."

"Then try it," Big Guy said as monotonous as ever.

The suited man shrugged and continued forward. "I like to play with my food. Where are you taking me?"

Big Guy stayed silent, shoving the suited man a little harder into another alley.

"What is that against your orders?"

"Shut up," Big Guy ordered.

"Make me." The suited man said, teasingly.

But Guy then proceeded to elbow the suited man in the head. He yelped and stumbled forward a little.

"I'm still not shutting up, you big buffoon," the suited man spun around and refused to move. "Back where I'm from, you 'd know not to mess with me. I'm known as the Armory. That name alone should strike fear into your heart."

"I have no heart," Big Guy monotonously stated. "I am simply a wheel for something greater than myself or you. Now, 'Armory', shut up and move." He shoved Armory again, making him fall backwards.

Armory grumbled and shot a dirty look at the Big Guy. "You asked for it." He jumped to his feet and put his hands out in from of his body. He put his palms together, closed his eyes, exhaled, and began slowly moving his palms away from the other. As he did so an object was being pulled out of his palms. Once he moved his palms as far as he could it was revealed to be an assault rifle. Armory grabbed the gun and aimed it at the Big Guy, smirking. "Like what you see?"

The Big Guy stood unfazed by what he saw. No change in posture or expression occurred, only pissing armory off even more.

"Fine!" He shouted, and pulled the trigger. Loud bangs went off, bright flashes came out from the tip of the gun, and bullets flew towards the monotone behemoth standing before Armory. He emptied the mag and three the gun beside him afterwards. To Armory's surprise, the Big Guy still stood; unfazed.

"Is that all you got?" The Big Guy asked. "Can we go now?"

"No!" Armory was really pissed at this point. "No we can not go now!" Putting his palms together, then apart, he now was equipped with a sharp sword. He charged at the Big Guy, but was caught by his hand. The Big Guy had grabbed the sword and lifted it out of Armory's hand. He then grabbed Armory and flung him over his shoulder.

"We are going now," he said.

"You ass!" Armory flailed around but could not escape the bachelor's grip. Giving up, he sighed. "God dammit."