Tai was stumbling home, drunk as could be, he cursed his former family. How dare they leave him to suffer his pain alone! How dare Raven run away without her "medicine!" He was close too, he was just a couple days out from selling that fuck-up into sexual slavery.
The blonde bastard had not been sober, or on the battlefield for years. Otherwise, he would have felt the presence behind him, and put up his aura rather than go for another 5th of vodka that was in his hand.
McCree: It's High Noon!
*Bang! Bang!*
The abusive bum screamed in pain as his kneecaps shattered from the bullets coming thru the back of the knees and then piercing thru and out the fronts. Tai hit the ground like a sack of bricks. The pain halfway sobered him up, but the pain was nowhere near as excruciating as it should have been. But hey, your body can't feel a whole lot of pain when you have when you chase some whiskey with patron, a Jaeger bomb and a 5th of vodka til its gone. (If you got the subtle song reference, comment here my wonderful fellows of fine, musical culture)
Tai tried to activate his aura, but-
Medic: it schtings, doesn't it dummkopf?! A little toxin I created to nullify aura. A shame zhat it only vurks vhen it pierces zhe skin.
The Medic said, coming out of Tai's house. Tai had just forced himself into his shattered knees and got up enough to sit straight up, though wobbly as Hell. That is when he saw Scout to his left.
Scout: Umm.... I don't know where to start with you. Do even have any idea who I am? I'm Jake, the Scout. An' you, yer a piece'uh shit who abused a faunus boi! Time to get Shrekt!
*BONK! PING! THWACK!*
The first strike from Scout's bat had busted Tai's nose and set him into his back, nose bleeding. The second busted 3 of his lower teeth out and his inner lips, forcing him to swallow some of his own blood and at least one of his chipped teeth. The last strike had busted the right side of his head open.
Scout smirked and took a step back, Tai went to get to his hands and knees to crawl-
Demo: a wee birdy told me ya like some Scotch! If tha' be the case, here is one black, Scottish Cyclops all for ya! Ya cocksure, bastard, with yer head full o' eyeballs!
Demo walked over to their captive, chugging an entire bottle of Scotch whiskey and broke said bottle over Tai's head.
Tai could feel the half-burning, half-numb sensation of the alcohol running deep into the open hashes in his head and the sharp shards of the glass sticking out of his head, but he had no time to process the pain as Sniper gave him a "bloody droppin'" with his frying pan.
Medic used his healing stream on Tai, which didn't rid him of the anti-aura poison. He needed to be punished more. And he had plenty of people that were ready and eager to fuck him up.
Tai rose again, now to his healed up knees. Dell came walking up to Tai, he had spurs that jingle-jangle-jingle on his cowboy boots and he was wearing his favorite 10-gallon hard hat. (A/nImagine a cowboy hat that is as solid as a hard hat. I actually have one of these and they are awesome. Until stated otherwise, these are the only difference in the Engineers apparel.) He had his wrench in his left hand and was smacking the head of in in the palm of the other.
Engineer: You are a coward and a scoundrel! Beatin on a boy cause he's a faunus. You, pardner, won't even live long enough to regret yer actions. God have mercy on yer soul, cause I ain't got none to spare!
