Crossed Patrols (Hayley + Kouta)

Such a great, chilly night. A perfect night for villains to run amok, to spread their evil through the great country that was protected under him. Well, he wasn't a big name yet, but of course, they'd know his name soon enough. After all, he IS the Lion Knight, the greatest warrior to ever brave the streets of Japan, the protector of all that is just! 

Well, that would be if he could find anyone. He had been walking through the streets for a good while now, his mace safely strapped to his waist as his clanking steps sounded through the night. It felt amazing listeing to the metallic steps of armor, a constant reminder of his status as a knight. He fixed his golden helmet a bit, chuckling to himself as he continued on his way. 

Turning around a corner, however, he could see it: A gout of fire emerging from an alleyway! Quirks were usually not allowed in public, unless it was either a Villain.. or another hero fighting the beast! Peering in as he walked in, he could see it: someone else in costume, being attacked by a fire-breathing lizard. He remembered that mask loosely.. she was in that slightly post made by the U.A. kid! One specific thread had gone quite rowdy, with people talking about this "Vespa" hero. 

Well, she was a confirmed hero, which meant her opponent was a confirmed villain. He took the mace from his hip, chuckling to himself as he walked past her casually, right by the flame. The heat was nothing compared to justice! Although it did sting, which meant he should hurry. He let the handle fall in between his fingers, so his hands could hold the ball itself. With uncanny skill, he threw the 2KG ball of steel right at the Villain's face, crushing his scales inward and stopping his gouts of flame right there and then. 

"Battery. Arson. Civilian unrest. You are guilty of all these crimes. Under the jurisdiction of the Lion Knight, I sentence you to a proper beating!" He voiced out, raising his right hand, his quirk activating at will. The mace began twitching for just a split second, returning to his hand quite quickly. Knowing that the villain was still quite stunned to react properly, he picked up a run against him, jumping as high as he could, raising his mace high in the sky. He crashed back down with it, directly onto his head, the power, the weight and the speed all mixing to send the villain crashing down, surely knocked out and with a concussion to boot.

Thank the gods that the fur on his armor is synthetic. He was already starting to feel the burn when he knocked the fire outta the lizard's mouth. God help him if the fur was real, he'd already be on fire! Well, synthetic fur is a completely different story: not flame retardant, not by a long shot, but it still wasn't exactly that easy to light up. You'd get the horrible smell before you even got it to sustain a flame.

Ingrate! He had come to help an allied hero and the gratitude was half-assed! He sighed and turned his head away, letting her do as she willed with the villain. He yawned and relaxed, raising his hand slowly over to the small space in his helmet saved for his eyes, scratching a little spot quietly, rubbing a little itch he had.
"Do as you will." He said, tilting his neck to the right for just a second, his neck letting out a loud popping sound. The glorious relief that came after was simply overwhelming for a second.

"I myself would not communicate with villains.. but I see value in it." He conceded, still sounding confident while doing so. Almost an impossibility, and yet, the lion knight did it without a single problem. 

She showed him the rope. Tying him up was quite alright, specially since he didn't have rope himself.. and his method of keeping him immobilized would include broken bones. He nodded and took the rope off of her hands, kicking the lizard's body down, tying him up in a hog-tie styled tie, to make sure he could never put enough momentum and force to snap it. He got off of him, laying back against the wall. "I'll stay, in the case he gets flamethrowing-happy again. Meanwhile.. I'll entretain myself." He said, sitting down on the ground, the cleanest spot he could find in that god-awful place, stretching out his left hand. He sighed as he put in some effort, bringing the bag he had with him back to his hand. He unzipped it, rummaging through the stuff for a second before busting out a violin. He put the bag besides him.

He sighed and gently took the violin into his left hand, resting it on his left shoulder. He tilted his head against it just a little as he took the bow on his right hand, beggining to play a slow, relatively easy yet beautiful tune.  Well, beautiful if you're the type to like it.

He hadn't even started playing and she was already being crass and rude! He didn't even dignify that, simply playing quietly while he waited, enjoying the wonderful sound that he was creating thanks to his Violin. After a short while, during his mini concert, he began speaking. "Not usually, no. I usually leave it home, but today, I didn't really have time to go home." He explained, shutting himself up as he focused all of his attention to this part: it was harder and, as long as he was as good as he is, he can't play such a part while talking. 

It went like this until she called him "Lancelot" and warned him that the villain was waking up. Once again, he didn't even honor her mockery with an answer, since there were much more pressing matters at hand. He put away the violin and closed the bag, jumping back up to his feet, slowly stepping forward close to the villain, his armor always letting out that metal-clanking sound. As always, satisfying. 

Not saying a word, he simply brandished his mace with his right hand, lightly tapping it on the palm of his other hand, a little threatening movement which someone like the Villain would understand clearly:

He better speak and not be a little shit about it.

"You do the questioning. There is no patience in me for villains." He warned her, making sure he said it loud enough for the villain to hear it, just to add more to the "intimidation" factor. 

The interrogation was quite cruel to him, even knowing that he was a mercenary working for traffickers. It was incredibly cowardly to hit a man who's incapacitated and can't fight. Hell, he was only going to hit him if he tried using fire or use his body to somehow tackle one of them. As Vespa made her decision and started walking away, he sighed and pulled out his phone, calling the ambulance and the police to his place, taking out his helmet as he turned his back to both the lizard man and Vespa, letting his soft, hazelnut colored hair free, his face sounding much softer than when he was wearing his helmet. "Yes. Tokyo, X Street, third alleyway from the bar. This hornet vigilante beat up a lizard guy who throws fire. Left him tied up and stung. Please get him out of the streets quickly.." 

With that, he turned off his phone and put his helmet back on, sighing. A short sprint got him to catch up to Vespa as he put his mace back into his waist, grumbling. "I'm honorbound to finish the fight that I joined. Besides, I don't think you can finish this job by yourself." He snarkily commented, walking besides her as he foillowed her lead. He, even if it was against what he thought, was to follow her, since this fight was hers: he was but a simple knight who joined the fight for the good of justice, he was never the one who took initiative. 

As a proper knight, he wouldn't greedily take over her place and status as the leader for this mission. It's below him. "Do you plan to do more interrogations?" He asked as he turned his head directly to face her. He had some plans of his own, like smashing all their heads in for atrocious crimes against all that is good and just.. but she might just have a different approach to things which, again, he'd consider and follow as long as it seemed reasonable.

He didn't really pay any mind to the "furry" comment. She was just salty that he was way more gallant-like and cooler than her. Who could blame her? He just looked way too cool for words, that's just it. Essentially, she was just venting her self frustrations and nothing else. 

On more important matters, they were now behind a box, ready to go inside the Warehouse. Before answering, he peeked over it for a while, up at the warehouse and others from afar that, while not being Warehouse 4, they had the same design. He noticed windows at the top, like it was usual of warehouses. Easy to make a good throw there. He then checked the doors around as well.The front one was slightly tilted open and, best of all, that's where no one was going to expect him to come from. 

"I'll throw my mace onto a window directly above of us while I run through the front door. You seem to be better with crowd control.. Have your wasps cover me from others while I fight. Whatever else you do is on you." He said, taking the lead this time, since she basically gave the ball to him. He slowly got up, grabbing his mace by the ball, lining up the shot for a second. "They'll realize that the mercenary isn't returning soon and will ramp up their defenses. We have no time to spare. Move." He ordered in a hushed tone, throwing it up as hard as he could, starting a sprint into the door for Warehouse 4. He burst in, seeing the guards just about to notice him. Rag-tag group indeed, he didn't really see a gun yet. 

The mace came into play now. It crashed accurately through the window (How could it not? The window is such a big target), doing so much noise that it broke their attention from the knight even for a second. He rushed forward and went ahead for a powerful kick to the first guy's chin, wether he was being assisted by wasps or not. The power behind the kick, the speed and the fact that it was armored made sure he went down relatively easy. 

Their sinergy was almost too good to be true to him. So good was it that he almost felt slightly angry that he couldn't do it all by himself. He realized it the moment he went in: if he hadn't gotten covered, the distraction the mace would have given would just delay the probable beating he'd get. 
Even if he would manage to get himself out of that, he wouldn't get out unharmed. 

She was the Crowd Control and he was the Front Line, essentially. Maybe he should get better acquainted with her. Maybe not, she is clearly a female by voice and he can't really trust them, can he? 

Shaking the thoughts off of his mind, he raised his right hand up in the sky, gritting his teeth as he put in some effort to bring his mace back to him, noticing it had gotten slightly dented from the rough fall through the window. He's gotta get that checked up soon. 

"Will do." He said as he began stepping closer to the rusted cage, tapping it with his left gauntlet. It really was almost falling apart, easily breakable by anyone armed or quirked. A rag-tag group of traffickers indeed, though he felt like they were just a small brach of a much bigger tree. He didn't have time for these trivial thoughts though. He clutched his mace in both of his hands, clenching his muscles. 

"Stand back." Warned the Lion Knight as the kidnapped people huddled at the far back, as to not get in his way. Knowing he was mostly safe, he raised his mace and smacked the front as hard as he could from the side, denting a good part of it and even breaking off some of the bars. 

He procceeded to get in front of the cage, sliding his mace through the hole he had created and began smacking the rest of the bars, denting them to the side or even breaking them. With a hole big enough for the people to come out, he got out of the way. 

"I'll go call the authorities for these people. You guys, don't leave my side." He warned them, putting his mace back into his waist as he pulled out his phone, huffing as he blinked several times, feeling a bit dizzy. The sheer amount of adrenaline was now leaving him slightly exhausted, which allowed his quirk to exhaust him further, making him feel slightly dizzy.

Nothing to much. He breathed in deep, let it out and dialed the number, putting it to his ear. He spoke as simply as he could, enjoying the fact that his mask made him sound completely different. After a few minutes, he put down his phone. "Vespa. You have about fifteen minutes to interrogate him before the cops arrive. You guys, go outside and don't leave each other's side. Make sure you're easily visible by the cops." Directed the Knight, pointing to the entrance, which the poor quirkless people easily ran to, staying outside and waiting patiently for the police.

"I'll stay outside and watch for any reinforcements." With those words, he also left through the front entrance, standing a safe distance away from th e

It seemed that the people were safe. The first several minutes, not one soul had peered in or tried to meddle with them. Better for him, since it meant that there wouldn't really be a problem with keeping the people safe. Still, it felt quite weird. If they were truly working for someone bigger than them, was that person simply so careless, merciful or powerless to enforce their will? Even the villains that ran away didn't try to come back to try and salvage this mission.

Questions, Questions. Questions he couldn't really answer himself since Vespa was now screaming, as if she had just experienced an onset of sudden PMS. 
Rolling his eyes, he got up and peeked inside, quickly enough to watch her pick up the man and slam him against the wall. Once again, interrogating him the worst way possible. 

Calmly, he walked over to her, holding her shoulder, shaking her a bit to snap her attention back to him. "I have no idea what's going on with you, but hold yourself together! It's pointless continuing this, if all that you get out of it is a defenseless man's blood on your hands. We are supposed to fight those kinds of people, not become them." He warned her, signaling her to put down the villain, not even mentioning the fact that she should still keep an eye on him, so that he wouldn't escape. Just because he had mercy on him and on Vespa's path to righteousness, that didn't mean he didn't genuinely wish for justice.

Either way, he went back outside to keep waiting with the people, noticing the lights of the cop cars arriving. He smiled under his mask and jumped off of the spot he was sitting on, to make sure he wouldn't be spotted. He hoped Vespa would follow suit.