When one of the vigilantes began firing arrows, with several taking hits to the limbs and one maybe even dying, the thugs that accompanied Butcher began to react accordingly. They moved, avoided being stationary, but otherwise started to concentrate on proving a menace to their opposition. Meanwhile, the Noghri - Tch'a - slowly faded into the shadows of the buildings, disappearing from sight, as he prepared for his own attack. The sneaky alien just needed an opening...
Meanwhile, Butcher felt a satisfied smirk cross his lips, as the crunch of his glove sounded from the domino mask-wearing vigilante's face.
"Oh, look, your face is good for somethin'!"
But, the wiry runt was quick, and managed to tumble back and away for some distance. That meant Butcher would need to close in again, but that wasn't too big an issue, since it proved the agile fighter probably didn't want to go toe-to-toe with his broader and more muscular opponent. In the end, it would probably come down to whether the vigilante could dodge often enough to avoid taking too much injury, which Butcher was more than happy to deliver with swift and crushing stri--
"Wha?"
--suddenly, a whipcord wrapped around the masked enforcer, as the fibercord came from his flank, and caught around his arms and body. With a glare, Butcher turned and looked at the sentient responsible, and caught sight of another pair of vigilante types. The one that attacked directly was in all black, with some green lights or whatever across him, which culminated in glowing goggles.
There were some quips involved, too.
With a growl, Butcher wrestled against the tight cord, as he wiggled his arms to his sides. Though, it was around that time, when Karkosuchus bounded up the wall and tossed some kind of gas grenade into the mix; to which, with another growl, Butcher moved his mouth and jaw in a particular way, which activated the self-sealing breathing function around his lower face.
He noted others began pulling out their own rebreathers, which meant the likelihood of the gas being as effective as the reptile hoped, probably wasn't the case.
Either way, it gave Butcher a chance to--
* Thump, crack, smack, thud! *
--the skull masked enforcer grunted and was knocked backward, stumbling across the dirty alleyway ground, as Nightshrike moved in with some acrobatic strikes; he landed a series of punches and kicks, intermingled with flips and whatever else, even as Butcher felt the contact of each impact against his front.
The suit Butcher wore helped, but not a whole bunch, as something cracked inside.
"Sonofa--" The enforcer growled, as he twisted his arm and reached into his pant pocket. The fibercord held tight, sure, but it only pinned his arms to his sides, he could still grab around his bottom half.
"Gonna regret that, pretty boy."
Butcher pulled his fist free, and held around the gloved fingers was a vibroknuckler. A twist of the body, a slice, and the fibercord was severed, which caused all the tautness the other vigilante - green goggles - had had with his launcher was now suddenly gone, which Butcher hoped caused some momentary distraction and being put off-balance. But, not wasting the opportunity, the skull masked enforcer rushed forward at Nightshrike, as he unleashed with a series of heavy punching combinations - all with one fist armed with the deadly cutting power of the vibro-weapon!
"Come on, let's see how you handle some hits!"
Corin Trenor
,
Jem Fossk
,
Dagon Kaze
, Butcher, Karkosuchus,
Xyoz Maji
,
Cato Harth
,
Inanna Harth
