Enforcing the law (Siegfreid, Storyteller)

Mia’s worries that this ex officer would just be some stick in the mud seemed mostly put at ease when she actually heard his voice. On some level she felt there was still an element to it that she couldn’t quite place, something more stringent and strict than the usual jolly hero, but not as strict as the usual officer. Maybe her prejudice was just adding that detail in her head, but she’d see as they went forward which side he leaned on more heavily. For now though he seemed enough of a hero for her to work with, even complaining about the paperwork of all things which brought a nice chuckle out of her.

“Yeah the paperwork’s always a pain. At least there’s a team of you guys dealing with that shit on the police force, here I am, having to handle it all on my own. Ain’t even used to writing in Kanji or plain old Japanese yet and ya got me doing all sorts.” She smirked and teased, actually handing the paperwork pretty well. It was a drag for sure, but she’d gotten into flow of it pretty swiftly. Mostly it could be handed off to the police since they handled the official arrest in the end, her own records of the event had to be property damage and the like, which…okay yeah she could cause a lot of that when she was handling a tough villain, but there was also an odd sense of pride when she was up against someone so tough she needed to make a thorough account of the property damage needed to take them down, and even then, she hardly ever got even the smallest scrape on any civilians involved, so rather a building wall be crashed through than a civilian break their arm.

“Good to hear you got experience behind you though. Personally I have a bit of a…finicky relationship with you boys in blue. Some of ya love me, some of ya hate me, so having a point of contact like you definitely puts me at ease that they’ll have my back.” She offered a warm smile, tipping her head and chuckling a little as she finally registered what the man was wearing. “Though…did you have to wear the other team’s colors?~” She teased, gesturing over the swat gear that he was wearing. “Seriously, that your hero costume, or you just trying to be extra professional? I mean not that I’m not being professional. This IS technically my uniform afterall.” She gestured over herself, wearing bandage style bindings over her forearms, her chest, and roomy pants tied with a red belt. She didn’t have shoes or the like, but the bandages at least, if inspected, was actually a single full item of fabric in each case just designed to look like bindings for the aesthetic.

With Enforcer joking that they felt inferior, Mia chuckled heartily, resting her hands on her hip with some confidence as she lifted her chin up. “Oh just wait till you see me when I get going! This isn’t even my full size!” She wasn’t joking either. While she didn’t get much taller unless you counter her horn, Mia’s current size was what most of the world knew her for, dealing with regular goons and thugs. When she really had a challenge…hoo boy. That was a rare sight. Still, she patted her partner for the day’s shoulder and gave him a cheeky grin and a thumbs up. “We’re all good though! I got your back and I know you got mine, far as I’m concerned, we’re equals on the job.”

She smirked and casually added. “The ranking boards are a different thing o’course, but we’ll see about those when they finally go up.~” She winked with a cheeky smirk before following his gestures, noting the officers working on plans and the idea that there were some undercover inside already trying to scout out the place.

“Eeeeh. As much as he don’t look like it, Thunder’s probably a smart cookie. We shouldn’t underestimate him even if it looks like he’s got a reduced guard. Odds are for every one your guys can see, there’s another 3 of them they can’t find. Ya know, hiding in the crowd and all that. Still, with two heroes on the case I doubt there’s much we can’t handle.” She gestured between the two of them with a strong smile. “Plus I doubt they’re advertising the slaves on the surface level. Probably some shitty underground room for that…so gotta be careful I don’t bring the place down too soon.” She gently grasped her wrist, flexing her hand in and out of a fist. “Always gotta be careful with potential hostages…”

Shaking the thought from her head, she took a hot breath through her nose and brought her smile back as she met Siegfried’s eyes. “So, how much longer your buddies need? When can we get this show on the road?” Her eagerness didn’t seem like she was rushing the man and his old comrades, but there was a clear sense of eagerness and excitement to her that she wanted to see what she could unleash on thunder’s operations. For Mia, a sense of heroic justice always came first, but her ego, her need for a good fight, and her general sense of adrenaline always had a little bit of sway on her, and with her eager grin it clearly showed even without words.

A police officer would soon come over to the two pro heroes on the scene, he began to speak to them and give them a run down of the information they had. "OK. Here is what we know so far, within the building there is a head mistress so to speak in charge of the whole operation, her name is mayumi." he said with a short gruff in his voice, "Around she's in her mid 30's, her quirk is unknown  but she is not one to mess around with. We estimate there's around 20 slaves in the theater's basement hidden in the basement. Your job is to go in and subdue them and rescue the slaves while we secure the perimeter to make sure no one escapes."  he soon turned around and began to bark orders at his subordinates. It was now their time to shine, the pros would be able to enter once they were ready. "Do you two have any questions before we begin?" he'd ask only once, not even letting them get a chance to respond "GOOD!" he said before walking off muttering to himself once he was far enough away that they couldnt hear him  "Stupid freaks.." 

From the outside the Theater itself looked abandoned, but once the two of the pros entered they'd see the inside was completely clean and spotless. There was red velvet adorning the floors and walls with pillars painted gold as well, it seemed like a scene ripped straight out of a Broadway production or hell even a palace. There was a grand staircase that split into two paths, a left and a right stair case. Once the heroes were fully inside, the door would slam behind the two and a shutter would slide down to reinforce it. A voice began to echo through a speaker system in the lobby. "Welcome, to our little house of pleasures my dear customers. I am Mayumi, the master of this brothel." An older woman's voice filled the room. "Unfortunately we are not open to serving pro heroes at the time so im afraid we will need to eliminate you. Please refrain from making a mess." the speaker clicked and soon after 4 men entered the room. They adorned butler outfits but their faces were covered with black masks.
On the left hand side two men were armed with two weapons, one was armed with kunais and throwing stars while the person in front of him was armed with a katana. On the right hand side the other two men were armed with a metal bat and spear.

They were charging directly at the two ready to take their lives if they got the chance.

Even if Siegfried wanted to understand what exactly Red Horn meant by her prodding of his uniform, he would have to wait for the proper conclusion later. One of the leads of the covert section of the force came over to brief them on a rather basic rundown of important information. It wasn't anything substantial, but enough to have a grasp on what Siegfried would have to accept as what they were capable of discovering in their investigation.

Sieg rested his left hand against his mouth in deep thought at the name Mayumi given, trying to recall anything from his work as an officer of the law. Surely something must have come up at some point, but without a last name, it was difficult to specifically tie a mental note of who they were dealing with. Red Horn gave some kind of scoffing joke at the details that Siegfried missed entirely in his deep concentration, only taking observation once she assured that she would halt the jest until after the joke.

He tilted his head with a simple, puzzled look, not removing his stance as he looked at Mia. It was pretty obvious his mind was in other places, and he didn't take sides on the joke either way because he hadn't even acknowledged it. "Twenty potential hostages. It's a lot to be aware of, but not the worst I've had to deal with." Enforcer responded rather bluntly, almost as a blank reaction to the joke and nodded.

"Understood. Round up the crew and let's get this show on the road!" With a confident grin, he watched as the officer stormed off with fairly noticeable annoyance. His grin lowered slightly in confusion, unsure of what got him so worked up, not hearing his negative tone towards the quirker Pros.

'Probably just didn't get his nightly cup of joe.' Sieg told himself before turning his full attention towards his partner in crime fighting. "Ah, the 'Me First' approach. Can't say I agree with the sentiment, you know what you are doing and have been around the block of pro-hero'ing are longer than I have." Siegfried watched her loosen her muscles up with a amused expression. Holding his hands up, he shook his head in defeat. "I won't stop ya though. I am fully sure that I can trust you handling the situation, probably even solo. Just know that there are two people here capable of taking their fair share of blows."

Lifting his left arm in front of his chest with a slight flex, felt the muscles and warmth flow in circulation. Tapping his metallic cylinder attachment on his arm with his right index finger, a clinking noise sounded before the cylinder made a reactive releasing noise before suddenly bursting open like a broken open capsule. Siegfried clanked the metal ballistic shield his quirk produced with a heavy fist like a war cry and grinned again. No words were needed to assure to Red Horn that he had her back.

Following along with Mia's shot call, the two approached the building, Sieg taking a certain interest in her presentation now that her quirk had been fully unleashed. Going from a physically toned woman to the muscle bound hulk of a female got him eager to see what she was really made of before having a sudden thought. No, Red Horn was right. Kobayahi wouldn't leave a place so unguarded. Surely they would have caught on to their raid by now. This was likely a trap. Sure, the two could probably handle it. Mia alone probably could. It was the slaves he was more worried about.

"Wait. Red Horn." He briskly stepped up to the bulky partner of his with a serious look on his face. "I have a plan. No sense having two front liners in there if you can handle that on your own." Siegfried, while it was still partly in a joking tone, spoke it like it was a matter of life or death. Siegfried was more designed for back-up and defensive support. Mia was the complete opposite. Wrecking the villains day was her specialty. So, maybe-

With a signaled hand to one of the rookies to get his attention, explained the plan briskly to the two.

--- a few moments later ---

As Red Horn took the more direct approach, simply stepping in through the front door, Siegfried was aided in discovering a particular poorly defended section of the building that led to a second floor window. As Sieg hoisted himself onto the ledge of the window and removing the entry tool the officer had produced for him. A quick and quiet usage of the tool got the window broken open with a satisfied breath of relief. Giving a thumbs up to the crew down below, tossed himself into the building after securing that the coast was clear on the second floor.

Siegfried tilted his head up just as he heard the speakers yacking a threat to the two with a roll of his eyes. "Not serving Pro-Heroes? That's the best they could come up with?" He puffed out a tired air of disappointment. This Mayumi person knew how series the matter was, right? Not really in the mood to deal with the bullshit spewing from her mouth, he instead focused on the mission. Not like he could bust up the speaker since it wasn't in reach.

Keeping low, he snuck through the second floor to glance through the railing and seeing the gathering crowd of thugs that had likely been sent to deal with the Red Horn. Seems he made it in time just as Red Horn created a tremor from a heavy leap to slow the criminals in their place.

At that same moment, Red Horn pushed herself back and gave a signal to Enforcer, he swiftly took action by rushing out from the shadows of the upper floor and aimed his right arm out over the railing, still blocking his upper body with the already produced shield. The metal protrusion on his right arm opened up at the end and, similar to the shield, produced an item. This time it instead fired a grenade shaped object directly at the staircase behind the thugs, hoping that they wouldn't be able to stop it in time while simultaneously not impacting Mia with the hazardous gas.

Covering his face with his uniforms mask, began to rush towards the staircase, keeping up his defenses as he attempted to reunite with Red Horn on the ground floor. The gas would either get them to flee or run straight into Red Horn's 'loving' hands. Either way, they would be in a scramble, if Enforcer had any guess. 

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-Produced C Rank Shield using Crowd Control before entering building

-Suspected a trap and told Mia he would go for a counter strike ambush using one of the upper floor windows.

-After infiltrating the building, watched Red Horn stun the competition and give the signal

-Withholding his full potential, only used D Rank field of effect on Tear Gas (C rank FoE would probably fill nearly the entire main floor, including Mia), aiming behind the crowd of four in hopes of blinding and panicking the opposition.

Having bounded back from the gas and knowing what was coming all the same, Mia was in the perfect position to counter attack now that shit was hitting the fan. Sadly the plan hadn’t been perfect. The ninja looking mother fucker with the sharp throwey things she still had yet to learn the proper name for had ditched the fight on the ground and began rushing to the other floors, leaving Mia to deal with the grunts on the floor. Luckily, as said, she was in the perfect position for it. Far enough away from the back of the room where her companion the Enforcer should be firing his tear gas. With a satisfying metallic clink against the floor Mia soon watched as the room filled with smoke, and the foolish butlers of this raunchy establishment still trudged forward as if they even had a chance.

As Mia raised her fists into a more ready position and the thugs started to surround her, regardless of their weapons and her heavily exposed skin, the grin forming across her lips was one of sheer confidence. Showing goons there places was one of the main things she loved about this line of work.

As the first butler came at her and missed her by a country mile, Mia’s grin grew even greater as she realized just how much of a curbstomp this was gonna be now that the punks were blind. She still pulled back a little, giving the swing a wider miss and launching forward before it had even completed it’s swing. With her immense strength ripping the bat from the hands of the blinded buffoon was no hard task, and following the momentum of her grasping swing, she ended up spinning a full 360 and clocking the goon about the head with the thin end of the bat, though given the more prominent shape of the bat’s base it’d probably still hurt a fair bit…then again also, given the bat was gonna be much weaker at the base, the thing was probably snapped in two and quickly tossed aside.

A sword chop from the side nearly had Mia, but ducking herself low and through the opening in the groups encircling motion made it an easy enough miss. Sure, her skin was tough and her immense muscle density could stop a blade being a lethal chop, but you never wanted to bleed so early into an operation like this. Any other organization she’d maybe thing fighting through the blood would make her enemies fear her, but with the police watching, the likely press coverage, and of course the fact Thunders goons weren’t likely to be easily scared…yeah, bleeding wasn’t something she wanted to endure too readily.

Still, beggers can’t be choosers.

A hiss came through her teeth, distracted by the swing of the sword and a thin slice, no more than the bladed version of a pepercut, slipped across the left side of her abs as the spear user narrowly missed, just barely grazing her skin. Of course, the blonde Heroine didn’t falter. A fire in her eyes replaced any brief annoyance as she cheekily commented- “Oh, you want a ride huh big guy!” Looking briefly to his hands, Mia hoped he had a firm grip on his spear as she latched her hand around the tip just beneath the bladed edge. Mutch like with the bat she allowed the momentum to carry her, catching the waist of the goon that tried to impale her and spinning him about in a circle, attempting to slam not just the spear’s blunt end itself, but the goon holding it into his sword wielding companion, calling out idly as she did so.

“HOW’S IT GOING UP THERE ENFORCER!?”

tl;dr

Mia let them circle her

Grabbed the bat that missed, ripped it from his hands, wacked him with it

Narrowly dodged the sword

Spear barely missed. Small cut on left side of abs.

Mia grasped the spear, spun in a direction that would make it catch on the goon holding it, and attempted to spin him around and wack him into the sword wielder

Called out to see how enforcer was holding up.

All three of the butlers who were ganging up on Mia ended up biting off more than they could chew together. To her they would be play things and she was playing with them. Mia managed to smack the butler with the bat easily sending him flying a bit away from the situation and alleviating some pressure from herself. Mayumi watched on from the cameras set up in the room, these two had some spunk to them and she was somewhat painted as impressed. She passed her hand over the small child's head she was cradling in her arms, this one was going to be fetching quite a nice price on the market when she was older.

As the fight raged on Mia managed to one hit all three of the butlers, their forms were quite inexperienced and sloppy and it would be obvious to Mia only after the fight upon reflecting on it if she wished to do so. The butler Siegfried was fighting however seemed to be a different story. he was fast and it was apparent to siege too when he found out that there was suddenly a knife in his left side but the enemy soon found themselves barreling backwards towards the marbled railing and going through it. The force from Siegfried's tackle was enough to knock the butler out the two barreled towards the floor but it wouldn't be that high of a fall, neither of the two would be mortally wounded from the fall. But it sure would be a flashy one, once the two were reunited on the second floor the intercom beeped on once again.

She moved her hand from the child's head to the intercom button and spoke once more. "I'd like to ask our uninvited guest if they could be less rough with our merchandise." she said as a small smile spread from cheek to cheek as the realization would hit the heroes if they removed the masks from their "opponents" If either person removed the mask they would then see that it was actually women they were fighting. Their chests had been taped down to appear as men, the only one who this proved different for was the ninja like butler who was a man, a significantly older one at that. He slowly began to awaken from passing out slightly from that fall as he stared at the two of them, trying to move but he struggled to muster up the energy to do so.

The rest of the females laid there completely knocked unconscious but still breathing. Once they decide to move on they could move forward into the theater room since the doors on both sides from which the enemies appeared from were both now reinforced to the point where unless they stood there pounding at them over and over it would not break.

"Ah, damn!"

Grumbling, Siegfried was a tad dazed, maybe a little stunned and shaken by the fall, but none the less stable from the distance dropped and the cushioned impact. Shaking his head, he was barely on his knees before Red Horn tugged him to his feet with her usual confident grin. "Eh, I only took on the modern day ninja wannabe-"

Gripping the pocket knife and tugging it free from his flesh, he grimaced and peered backwards towards the broken railing. "Appears the building is just for show. Thing must be made of cardboard." If a simple, unquirked charge did that kind of damage, imagine what somebody like Red Horn could do in his place? "What a dump."

As he started to unravel his own set of basic bandaging from a pouch for his injury, Sieg was halted by a overhanging voice. It was the intercom again, and this time revealed what could have been vital information, should it be true...

Putting some padding on the light wound to his side and taping it down firmly, Sieg watched as Red Horn did what both of them were thinking. Checking behind the masks of three of the four culprits revealed three woman. Siegfried turning his attention towards the figure he had been tussling with, noticed that he was still somewhat conscious, though seemingly not enough to fight back. The mask had already been partially cracked from the fall, and tugging it off this time revealed a more elderly fellow. At least much more then anyone else in this room.

Siegfried gave a frustrated sigh himself, hearing behind him that Red Horn was taking the news likely as well as any pro-hero should. Though there was no evidence that supported the owners claimed, and could easily be a psychological fake out, there was an equal amount of concern for the two heroes should it actually be true. Last thing they needed was the media to put them on blast for injuring hostages for something that should be a victory for the city. 

When Red Horn approached Siegfried once more to speak of the matter, the officer pro-hero had gotten to work flipping the older male criminal onto his stomach and holding him down, withdrawing two cable ties from another of the many pouches. It would be best to prevent the seemingly most trained of the group of four from trying anything more should they leave him be, especially since he was the only one still conscious enough to still squirm.

Tying his wrist and ankles, Siegfried listened to Red Horn with focused eyes. It was the most serious either of them had been since this raid started. Something that could force them to fight...

Once Siegfried was finished with the ninja, he retrieved his radio and clicked the button for contact on the outside. "Entrance has been cleared. We'll be moving further in, but we might be dealing with brain washing." His eyes hovered temporarily on the group of three concealed woman before continuing.

"We were approached and attacked by four guards, but they have been incapacitated. No lasting injuries on either side. One male, possibly in his fifties and three younger woman of unknown ages. The male appeared trained and has been securely situated until he properly arrested."

Possibly because of his and Red Horn's bull headed personalities at times, he decided to not mentioned either of their own injuries, instead choosing to spend the time to inform them of the barricade on the inside of the building. With a heavy kick, the metal didn't budge and he ruffled his head of hair.

"Gonna have to figure out another way in or bust out the heavy duty tool. You guys are locked out, save for the widow I earlier entered."

After a short, finalized detailing, Siegfried gave his sign off and returned his attention towards Red Horn. "They are making their adjustments to our precarious situation, but it probably won't be quick." Siegfried said plainly and gestured with his head towards one two rooms that had been sealed off along with the entrance. "Guess they really want to keep us from explorin', huh?"

Siegfried joked, trying to keep his mind from lingering on the potential dangers of a mind manipulator of some kind being the ringleader of this whole charade. One would think that the force would have learned something so deadly, but if it really was mental warping of some shape or form, who was to say that anyone that found out...became a servant?

Crossing his arms, he looked at the singular opening further into the building and scoffed. "An on rail experience for us, it seems, as disappointing as that is. Might as well push forward." Siegfried, preparing for the next battle, held his right arm forward and a jolt run up the forearm before a bone like blunt object thrust forth from the quirk canister.

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-Mostly signaling the cops on the outside, but patches himself up and stores away the knife and kunai that were stuck to him
-Ties down the semi-conscious Ninja guard using cable ties
-Creates Stun Baton from Crowd Control using his right arm at E Rank to prepare for any upcoming battles