Blood in the Water (The Boys/Storyteller/Invite) DE/Saga

The pool at the local park had been surprisingly teeming with life, even with the evening close by. Loud ribbits had been flowing about for a long time, as a short man with a bright yellow raincoat stood nearby observing every little movement with absurd glee. He had finally made the trip over to a natural place to release some of his frogs to the wild, and observing how they communicated with the local frogs. And taking how long he had studied this, he couldn't have been more excited and happy seeing them just seemingly live normally. Of course, the sight of this guy had made some people look at him weird, but instead of pushing them away, he had asked them to observe the sight with him too. It was a glorious day...

And then he got the call. His grin was immediately tarnished, as he gave a minor ribbit of his own... some of the frogs proceeded to hop back towards him, with croaks of their own. "I know... all the fun is ruined a little early. But, it's for your own good. Don't want you getting lazy..." The frogs proceeded to latch onto his slimy skin, and after about eleven of them were on him, he proceeded to sprint. "The rest of you... Good luck on your life! I will come visit OFTEN!" And he sprinted away, with little hint of tears at the corner of his eye... Maybe he was too succesful at migrating them to their new home...

As the stronger fellows entered the bank, Eduardo had fallen a little bit behind. He was seemingly leaving some frogs by the road, sitting and staring with their eyes towards everything. "Now remember... see anything... scream anything. The rest of the ninós will appreciate you greatly if you do this. Latch on them, if you can..." A sort of an emergency system, that would make it so, that whoever came, they would know about it atleast a little bit in advance, as they would start croaking. he proceeded to look inside his coat. "Ricky, rocky, bucky, ducky... you come with me! First mission for you! Have fun with it!" Agreeing croaks followed, as a loud smash could be heard from the inside, and peoples steps followed. Couple of people got outside, running away. And Eduardo shrugged. "Not worth it to waste you guys on these fellows. They aren't a problem!"

He looked behind himself and forward to make sure of one thing though, almost frantically! "...Unless they step on the sentries... that would be baaaaad..." 

With that, he proceeded to walk inside... and crawled up the wall. In a way, it felt the safest position with Savage on the ground. "Its set-up!" he informed, as he proceeded to just concentrate on dodging the rest of the troubles, with the four frogs still on him, hanging for dear life. "It's all for your own good! Better get used to this position!" It was certainly a freaky sight.

Summary: 

- Uses frog network (E-rank) to keep an eye outside the bank for when people are coming. Croaking will propably be heard inside if somebody steps in their line of sight, and is now stealthily inside the building on the roof.

”And that’s.” Bzzzrp. ”What you get.”Bzzzrp. When you fucking overcharge me- Shit, hold on. Important phone call.” The small, angry bird ruffled through his feathers, caked with blood a shade reminiscent of his feathers, before pulling loose a cheap, antiquated phone. The pronounced brow, once furrowed in exertion, soon relaxed as a “welcoming” ”The fuck ya need, Jean?” addressed the mad scientist on the other line. Of course the moment Jean informed him of Savage’s newest scheme, the bird’s beak broke out into a pronounced smile, nearly setting the room ablaze in ecstasy in response to the invitation. A bank heist? How exciting.

His grandfather’s legacy was built on robbing poor schmucks blind, and what better way to garner experience than getting himself talons deep into the action. Granted The Cawfather’s methods of theft relied more of “persuasion” backed by the “implication” of future events, yet such a method was ill suited for the bloodthirsty group of knuckleheads. The Boys thrived upon excitement, a fair weathered bunch centered on both self indulgence and immediate gratification. Japan has yet to offer little in either regard for Jerry, the brutish bird having little success in furthering the Bluebird’s outreach, nor finding too much trouble to wander into on his own time. The closest to mayhem he had managed was the unfortunate soul tied to a chair before him, kneecaps shattered as the ground beneath was painted a fresh shade of sticky crimson. The idiot‘s sin was his attempt at scamming Jerry, the silver tongued salesman confident the bird would’ve just “taken the loss” after the guitar he was sold seemed to be lesser a quality than what Jerry was promised. Sure, one could fault the bird for his lack of research prior to splurging on an instrument. In fact, he wouldn’t have even noticed the mistake until a more seasoned band mate questioned his decision later that night at rehearsal.

But unfortunately for the shopkeep, a “No Refund” policy did little to prevent being drugged, dragged, and having your kneecaps broken by a wooden baseball bat. For now the ragged fool could only whimper, chomping at the rag gagging his mouth, his eyes flickering as Jerry lit himself ablaze. It’d be a long, pain filled night, considering now Jerry had something to look forward to in the days to come.


Jerry chuckled at the glass shattering entrance Savage used to introduce themselves, the behemoth wasting little time before scrambling some poor fool’s brains against the walls. Jerry could only shake his head, slowly shrugging his shoulders in a display of fake sympathy. ”Wrong place, wrong fuckin’ time,” he muttered quietly to himself. ”Hope the shithead’s got insurance, or Little Susie’s gonna have to learn how to turn tricks.” The Boys had arrived, and by God were they going to make a first impression.

This sudden splattering, alongside Savage’s cheeky remark before tearing down an adjacent wall, would understandably cause those inside to lose their collective marbles. However, a frightened mob was quite a concerning obstacle, nothing more than a panicked pack of thoughtless animals capable of accidentally trampling someone. Yet a panicked mob, was tamed and properly intimidated into submission was something much more useful: hostages.

Of course in a bank heist, everyone served a vital role. Jean was the brains, Savage was the brawn, and Ed and his motley crew of amphibians were the eyes. Jerry, despite being shy a meter tall, was meant to be a flaming beacon to remind the herd of spooked simpltetoms how easily they could be picked off. Blocking the exit way, Jerry would light himself with a snap of his fingers, the warmth radiating from the burning ball so intensely it be quite difficult for anyone to miss. ”Alright mother fuckers, pipe down and stop shittin’ your pants!” the fireball would shout, embers flittering as he continued to blaze. ”No one’s fuckin’ leaving this bank, unless you want to do it in a casket. Now get in the damn corner, and maybe, just maybe I’ll let you get out alive.” A devious smirk crept along the bird’s beak, which would likely betray any trust that he had any concern for the crowd’s wellbeing. Hopefully they abided by the taloned thug’s demands, lest they wished to die a quick, agonizing death. Granted it’d be a less painful death than what Eduardo world provide, given they’d likely trample the poor frogs standing sentry outside the bank. God help anyone who dared harm one soul in Eduardo’s hopping harem.

The most obvious thing one should do around night time is to rob a bank. That was probably what The Boys (™) were thinking when this plan was hatched among the quote unquote mastermind of the group in a drunken stupor. One cannot deny that they were able to pull off this sudden and spontaneous event without any major hiccups along the road. Sure, some casualties then and there, but would that really matter in the long run? It was such a little and somewhat homely bank, one that didn't really matter in the long run. Simple transactions were made, some poor fools got slaughtered, and over all, they're gonna get out of there scott free. Honestly, the fact that even in his drunken state of mind, the fact that he chose to do it when the sun was about to disappear from the horizon was probably an indicator that the 8 ft goliath weren't mere flesh and muscle. Probably.

Now of course, most banks would have a small button to alert the police. It usually happens. Once someone sees what was essentially the security disappear in a mist of red and a wall getting smashed, they tend to tap that button repeatedly, before they are unable to do so through any typical means such as levitating clothes. Clearly. Even the footage allowed them a small glimpse at what was happening there. You know, typical bank stuff. After a while, a squadron of 4 or 5 cars and a few officers were parked outside, having blocked out the street entrance and not allowing anyone to enter Akagi Holding. The croaking around them became a lot more audible and started to pierce through the night, assuming that some of the frogs were left near the entrance of the bank. This would have alerted The Boys (™), which was the intention. Some officers were setting up the mega speaker, wanting at least a way to communicate with whoever the hell decided to cause some chaos among these parts. And also the reason why the streets were covered with this damn croaking sound. Some officers (at least two) tried to peak around the bank where they spotted the hole in the wall. Imagine what happened to them. So they had to resort to the most reasonable thing ever: negotiation.

"POLICE! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP! YOU'RE SURROUNDED!"

The front door being glass and all (and also broken), they were made privy to the sight of, well first of all, a burning bird and a black void eating people, but mainly the giant killing someone before throwing them out of the building in front of the cops. Some fresh meat looking at the mere sight almost threw up. A professional did throw up, since the body landed closest to him. So negotiations were out of the window. Literally

"What can we do?!" some cops were trying to contact for help. "Real' help.

"Is Red Horn available?"

"She's out on a patrol near another district, she might not come in time!"

"King Tarus? Serperior?!"

"They're doing something else!"

"Blacktooth?!"

"We don't know where he is!"

"U-UM, JAEGER? GEIST?!"

The officers look at each other. Has it come down to that? One of those two?! "W-well, are they nearby?!" One nervously speaks up. The woman wearing a vest shook their phone as they try to get confirmation on any nearby hero. Hell, they would take any vigilante nearby. Any. Sure they might arrest them immediately, but they'll take it.

"...There's one nearby. They're trying to contact them." A bespeckled man said. Some relief, then that relief shifted to panic. If it was Jaeger, they're gonna have to deal with an increase of volume, not only from the constant croaking but from the clucking as well. Geist has that damn soundtrack, and either way the two of them will most assuredly cause some collateral damage. Still, if it's to save people, they gotta trust the pros. They just have to wa-

"Curious."

Tap. Tap. Tap. A slow methodical pattern of taps are heard from behind the officer barricade. Some of them (for now, let's give them names. The one with glasses was Kogo, the one holding the phone is Misora, and the older man who threw up was Hojo) turned their heads to see what was a robed figure slowly walking towards them, wearing a top hat with an odd looking mask. With each step, their cane struck the ground.

"..O-o-oi, wh-who the hell are you…" Kogo said, trying to reach for a baton strapped on his belt.

"Curious. A simple small bank with lax security, one that was begging to be invaded, and yet...all this effort. I must commend you brave men and women for risking your time here." The crow-masked figure spoke out. It's voice sounded of an older gentleman with a slight garble mixed in, like a sort of voice module. His eye lenses stared right into Misora's soul. "How many have they killed?"

She stutters as she tries to will herself into answering "W-we don-don't know, b-but…" She was interrupted by Hojo, grabbing his gun and aiming at the robed figure, who is merely adjusting its hat. "A-are you part of this?!" He yells out.

The figure sighs. "It's a waste."

"W-what?"

"The moment you fire it, it will be...a waste. I am simply telling you that so you would not be afraid as to why I still stand, once the moment passes. I am afraid that in the state I am...a simple bullet will merely bruise. Now then...that noise."

The masked man turns his head. By now the other officers were getting confused. Like, Jaeger and Geist wear masks, though for Jaeger it looked more expressive and kinda like a face. This person is wearing a mask, it's kinda bird like, similar to the repear-avian shaped mask of Geist's. W-was this some sort of new vigilante copycatting them? "The noise has been going off for a while now. What caused this?"

Kogo sighs. "Th-these damn frogs just started to croak the moment we got near them."

"...I see." He then steps through the crowd of officers and in front of the barricade. If anyone was positioned near the front door, they would see a dressed figure wearing a top hat, a fancy crow mask, and he's holding a cane. He starts to tap it. Some sludge starts leaking from under the robe, slowly amassing into a puddle with glowing eyes. The officers were confused and some even tried to aim at it. Then it composed itself into a sort of small dog-shape behind the robed figure, with a glowing sort of wavy mist-like thread 'connecting' them. "...Inspect the perimeter."

A woosh. That was the way the robe flap flew to the side can be described as the Being jetted across the building. The frogs will notice. All of the frogs around the building. The Boys (™) will surely notice from the croaking surrounding them. Anyone near the busted wall as it was closing up with shadows will notice a purple blur with a thin light line behind it passing by. The Being zoomed back to the robed man, with the 'thread' collecting itself. He was quietly contemplating. "...Placed among the walls, the gap filled. The whole place is now alive...Excuse me. You with the megaphone. Please hand that to me."

The officer holding the mic was a bit taken off, even more so with the glowing dog-like thing staring it down. He nervously gives it to the figure. "Thank you." He turns it on.

"To those within the bank...a choice has been given to you earlier today. Upon this summer's eve you chose to come near this place to make a simple transaction. And now you have to live with it. The fresh corpse aside to me has been made clear. Anyone near the assailants would be simply tossed as trash, crumpled away. Only fools would attempt to draw closer...that is what you wanted, no? A fool to come along and proclaim themselves to stop you. A showy event, to even result in recklessly killing to grab more attention. That was your choice."

(the trio of officers were muttering to themselves, with one of them trying to call about this new 'vigilante,'' with misora confused as to why he was saying this sort of stuff. they wanted to save the hostages, not scare them.)

The dog started to shake, it was getting bigger. "What I will suggest to you is nothing more than an old fool's request. I recommend that you exit the building in peace…" It slowly forms longer limbs. "To give up and return to the shadows of the night or to be captive among walls of your own creation. Those are your only endings." Away from the mic, He whispered something to the being."Capture them or drive them off the building. With the innocent alive." He then resumed placing the mic in front of his mask.

It disappeared. Another woosh. He taps his cane with his free hand.

'Vos qui in caligine noctis habebunt virtutem...' To you, those who murk among the night, shall find Virtue."

Those near the shadow wall will hear a crash as they find a large purple Being breaking into the bank, slowly entering the bank thanks to a new gap in the wall right next to the shadows, with flowing and glowing whitish 'hair.' The elongated limbs hang off the body as if it were nothing more than ragdoll extensions. It stares at the biggest one, slightly shifting its height to attempt to match it, only to ruin it with its forward slouch. It glares at the people around. The thing on the ceiling, the long mouth weird looking thing, the giant thing, that small burning thing, that shadow thing. All those things were hurting these people. Those things have to go. Any attempt to attack will cause it to zoom into the middle of the field and use its elongated limbs to attack the attacker.

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It’s apperance

Stats: Strength C Durability B Range B Speed B (Summon)
Durability C Swordsmanship D Damage C (Masked Figure)

Savage beamed with energy upon hearing Eduardo's announcement of the cops. "Excellent, I don't have to hold this any longer."  He took joy as approached the front of the bank dragging the now suffocating bank teller across the floor as if he were a war-hammer before lifting his arm in a swift motion of pure brute force and tossing him through the glass, hopefully for the man he died on impact as the body made a resounding THUD on the ground before bouncing again thanks to Savage's sheer power closer towards the cops. If he wasn't dead by the moment of impact he was most certainly dead by the time of the second bounce, with his twisted neck and mangled body serving as a good deterrent from any police entering the scene. This would set the stage for the next scene in Savage's master-crafted play, the part he was excited for. "Make me." He said in a smug tone to the cops who moments before called for his hands up.

He didn't bother awaiting for the reactions of the police as he wandered back into the bank his hands shaking with excitement at what would come next.  His smile grew in size as he heard the croaking of frogs, it mean't his plan had worked and now there was a second player in the ring, they even had the courtesy to announce themselves. "I'm afraid the game has only began my friend, and I have yet to see your play." Savage yelled back to the man outside. Not a moment later the sound of a crashing wall would greet Savage's ears, as the creature stood towering over the rest of the boys with its arms flailing about but still below Savage in sheer size. Meanwhile the massive meat man was of course grinning by this point as per normal but his joy in this moment was unparalleled.  But now it was time to call out the plans as usual. "Jerry, you can burn the money, we've got what we wanted. Jean if you could I don't think we'll be needing the police any longer, Eduardo tell us if another beautiful challenger comes and Ryung... Let's test out our new method shall we?"

He rushed towards the creature his fists clenched, he wanted to see what this thing's reflexes were like so he'd attempt to throw a few punches. Nothing at full capacity only perhaps D-rank, he wanted to get a feel for how he should fight it; though it wouldn't take long for his blood lust to begin growing. He hadn't even noticed Eduardo's frogs entering the fray. "I hope you don't disappoint. After all you are our first prey!" Assuming the creature was far too swift to hit Savage would attempt to lure it in to attack him, while the beast if it hit would hurt Savage had always loved it when a fight came to a test of blows, when the outcome would only be decided by the skill of the fighters and their iron wills. That was a fight truly worth having. 

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C-rank Strength C-rank Durability C-rank Regeneration D-rank Martial arts F-rank Stamina F-rank Speed

TLDR:
1. Savage threw the body as per Souta's post.
2. Savage called out for Ryung's armor, Jean to deal with the police, and Jerry to burn the money.
3. Savage is currently attempting to fight the summon holding back at first with D-rank punches to test the water, if it moves too fast he plans on trying to draw it in to see if he can go blow to blow with it.

Well, this night had certainly become rather exciting. Not that Jean-Luc hadn't come to expect such things over the years working with Savage and the Vagabonds as a whole. The people he worked and lived alongside always did seem to find a way to turn even the simplest of things into a grand spectacle after all. The arrival of police was not something to be surprised about, they were all more than capable of dealing with jumped up mall security, but the arrival of a Hero, so soon after their initial attack, was somewhat of an abnormality. Though not one that they wouldn't be able to deal with. Jean-Luc was never one to believe in such a ridiculous concept as a Fair Fight. To fight was to attempt to survive, and survival had never been a fair concept. The voice blaring over what Jean-Luc assumed must be a megaphone was not one he recognized, even from his own extensive research into Japan's top Heroes. Either this was someone new, or someone so far out of their league with the Vagabonds that they didn't know what they had stumbled into.

The sudden and rather violent arrival of the strange and vaguely humanoid creature mattered little. From Jean-Luc's experience people with Quirks like this, and Eduardo's for that matter, that focused around the summoning of another entity were usually rendered defenseless when said entity was dealt with in a sufficiently violent manner. As luck would have it, there happened to be a near Avatar of Violence in their midst. Savage had already had his fun though Jean-Luc knew full well that the man had much, much more in the tank left to him for the night. He was more than confident that he would be able to deal with the beast now among them. Orders were given that brought a smile to Jean-Luc's face, at least what one could equate to one for someone with his otherworldly appearance. Vaguely he heard Ryuung's protest in regards to Jerry's particular directive and couldn't help but agree with the boy. Jean-Luc raised an arm lazily, flicking it in the Korean teen's direction and two rather thick wads of bundled notes flew towards him and into his arms. With a reversal of the same motion easily double the number hovered over to Jean-Luc, depositing themselves into his coat of their own volition. 

There was an undeniable purpose to burning the money they had killed so many people to acquire. It was a statement of intent to the highest degree. But that did not mean that they had no use for any of it. As the room began to fill itself almost entirely with Ryuung's Quirk, Jean-Luc looked over at Savage, making eye contact. He inclined his head ever so slightly as the black smog finally obscured the pairs vision of each other.

"It will be my genuine pleasure." he said, his cold tone echoing around the bank as he made his way to what remained of the entrance of the building. He slowly, and cautiously exited the building with his arms raised, taking immediate not of the numerous Police Officers surrounding the front of the bank. His eyes were drawn to the obviously out of place figure dressed in the clothes of a Plague Era doctor. A strange sight and no mistake, though when it came to Pro Heroes, Jean-Luc supposed it was better than being confronted by a mentally deficient man wearing styled spandex. Upon his emergence, the Police rapidly pulled out and aimed their guns in his direction, though unable to shoot at an unarmed and seemingly surrendering target. More the fools them. Jean-Luc turned his head slightly behind him, noticing the cameras pointing outwards from the front of the bank, it was almost too easy at this point. He took a few more steps forward before stopping. He had to give the cameras his best angle after all.

He gazed out across the small plaza at the force arrayed before him. From his count he could see at least 15 officers, some scrambling back from hastily erected barricades keeping curious civilians at bay to join their partners at the semi-circular ring of patrol cars that had now become a firing line. He turned his attention to the Hero among their number, his gaze piercing into the man's mask. He held his gold gaze locked for a few moments as if searching for something before looking back at the Police, their weapons still trained on Jean-Luc. Cries went up from what he assumed was the senior officer on the scene, calling for both his and his compatriots immediate surrender to them. Jean-Luc couldn't help but scoff loudly at such a ridiculous notion. The officer repeated his commands, stressing the fact that if required, he and his men would shoot. Jean-Luc stared at the man in question, his cold yellow eyes locking with the pathetic man before him before he spoke. His tone was as icy as his gaze but his words carried well past the sizable gun line. His was the voice of a practiced orator.

"You Homo-Sapiens and your guns." he said with finality, lowering his arms as he spoke but leaving one hand outstretched before curling his fingers into a fist and pulling back towards himself, hard. Unprepared for the sudden attack, the Police would be forced to stare in horror as their precious guns were violently ripped from their hands with great force, outlined in a vibrant purple glow as they hovered in midair before turning to point at their former masters, the sound of all of them cocking echoed through the night. 

"You stand before me with such crude devices when there are those among you who could tear down these walls alone? Pathetic. You hide behind a state sanctioned pet," he said, near spitting the words as he gestured towards the unnamed Hero. "Instead of using your gifts to protect the people you claim to serve. You do not deserve such privilege. So I will relieve you of your failed duty." he said with finality before gunshots rang about the plaza and fifteen corpses dropped lifelessly to the ground. Their own guns that had been turned against them were crumpled into a singular ball of metal that thunked to the ground when Jean-Luc ceased controlling them. He turned his gaze once more to the man in the mask. 

Awareness. What does that mean, per say? Does it only belong to living beings? What about a brick on the wall? Is it aware of i's surroundings? Is it aware of the moment when it is separated from it's brethren the moment a large fist laid first impact upon the wall? Or was it aware when an odd purple mass slammed itself, creating yet another hole in the wall?

Is the purple being aware of its surroundings? It showed slight curiosity the moment a frog attempted to go near it. It just simply moved out of the way, looking down at the frog's attempts to get near it. Meanwhile, another frog grabbed it's attention. Was this an attack? It seems weaker than it, so he doesn't swat at it. Instead it just slightly crouches and leaps forward towards the giant man who was talking loud (Savage). There was no need right now for the frogs, it assumed. It was already promised lunch, and it cannot risk eating a snack beforehand.

The large man seemed to be happy. Something about burning something pierced through the being's 'ears.' Another voice came out, seemingly angry about the said burning. Perhaps it wanted to burn down the thing themselves? If it was, then it was really angry as the whole room slowly got drenched with dark shadows, as if it wanted to eat up the whole place. Some bystanders got scared. The being just looked at it, with its gloving bright eyes. Such an interesting deal...and the large man started his move. He came up to punch him. It shifted it's weird elongated body to dodge it and returned the punch itself. Strong, but not strong enough so far. But soon after, the large man got eaten up by the shadows. It was now a shadow itself. Interesting. The being threw up it's arm up, attempted to strike the large man from behind at full force. The elongation made it so it appeared as if it was throwing a cast while wishing; A large line of mass slowly arching down to strike Savage's back. As it was being occupied with Savage, the being looks glances around. The bird thing was burning something, while that floating man...That floating man was going somewhere. It was going outside.

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More and more of the adoring public were trying to get through the barricades made by the police. They wanted to see what was going on, what could have caused this whole street to be closed off. More police are falling back while the crow masked man watches with them. The trio of police officers previously established finally got word on what this was: Help. After all, this was nothing more than a low time group of quirk users. Nothing too dangerous to handle…

"SERIOUSLY?! NOT TOO DANGEROUS?" Hojo yelled. The fact they sent only one was their biggest mistake ever. The fact they were able to kill officers so easily and without any regard...this wasn't a small time group! They had a plan! "And they only thought to send just one?!"

The crow-masked man simply continues to hold onto their cane as they accompany the others in falling back. Among The Dark is busy with them, so he cannot do anything at this moment. All he can do...is witness. Witness the moment.

The moment arrived earlier than expected. The tentacled covered man, Jean-Luc, left the bank. Already, police officers were getting ready to aim their weapons at the figure raising their arms. He was staring at the officers, as if he was trying to read their minds.

And then he made his move. Weapon after weapon started to float in front of them. The crow-masked man continues to stare at Jean-luc as he makes his little speech. Hojo was starting to freak out, while Misora was staring with utmost confusion. This was...Hojo was right, this is way over the line. This show of power didn't belong to a small time group. What kind of low level criminals would be able to grab most of their handguns and-

A simple flick of the wrist. Some moving of fingers. With that, shot after shot, the force behind the crow figure fell to the ground. Some died from that wound instantly, others simply laid on the ground in extreme pain, slowly gasping as they lose consciousness. Hojo was one of those who is suffering. Misora died quickly.

The crow-masked figured closed his eyes. He sees through the 'eyes' of the being, currently entangled with a Giant. He opens then again as he grips the head of his cane harder. "The massacre of my owners. To leave me alive for now...suggests you want to keep the fight going within there." He replies curtly at Jean-Luc, with a hint of disgust. All this, to simply remove the cops from the picture. Here, Virtue stands, unharmed with their only form of visible defense, Among The Dark, busy within the bank. A fire was slowly brewing, visible through the gaps of the front exit, the gaps that weren't covered by the fire as if to show off the lack of care this group had. All that extortion, gone to waste.

"....Perhaps you have already obtained your goal and required no other audience for what's to come. " He raises the cane off the ground slightly, awaiting to see what Jean Luc will do. Perhaps a simple chat will shine light on the situation. Hojo struggles on the ground, desperately attempting to cover up his wound as his head faces the direction at which the bank entrance was. "...I once seen something lik this before. Unrelated to you. A small urban village near the coast. Several officers dead from the encounter of a man with the gift of fire. Charred bodies. Melted weapons. Sloppy." He raises his head a little. "Compared to you, he was a brute."

The figure behind the mask cannot help but sadly smile. "You're all quite the peculiar figures."

tl;dr
AtD vs Savage, AtD vs Savage, AtD vs Savage, Everybody wants to see this happen

Every cop is gg'd out of existence, Hojo (a cop) is holding on in a state of near death with none of his friends to revive him if his timer goes out

Virtue and Jean-Luc talk as Virtue expects something to go horribly wrong for him.

"Fuck yes finally a decent fight." he said with an excitement in his voice that most of the boys hadn't heard in quite a while. The fight itself was the usual rough and tumble but the opponent was much more interesting. A big elongated purple dog who seemed to actually knew how to fight. Or maybe it was just eh man outside who was good at ordering it around? Well Jean was dealing with him at least so Ryung could focus on Savage dealing with the main piece. At times like this Ryung wishes his own quirk was that bit more physical or strong so he could join in on the fun but alas he just had to wait in the corner to support the others. Heck he couldn't even be so outspoken with his actions. That'd risk being recognized so he kept his black helmet mask on. He liked his freedom without a bounty on his head so this was something he needed to do. As for the others, well Savage loved the attention and the others were rather happy with it too. Others like Jean though were much happier sending a message like he was doing with the hero outside. Seriously he got way too much fun out of that. Ed was just happy when he was with his frogs and Jerry, what made Jerry happy Ryung was still unsure about. He certainly seemed happy with doing whatever the fuck he was told.

As for him, Ryung was rarely happy. He couldn't be. He didn't allow himself. Even know the excitement of the fight soon turned to annoyance that he couldn't take part. He needed to be the support and being the support meant he had to feel nothing but negativity. He hated this but its what the vagabonds needed and what was expected of him. Speaking of his powers he raised an open hand. The shadows around the beast began to become more than just mist. The potency of the darkness started to liquefy making it harder for the beast to simply move about freely inside his darkened domain. Whenever the beast would try to dodge an attack or indeed launch an attack it would feel a resistance in it's movements. This should make the fight a little easier for Savage. Even though at a glance Ryung could tell he wasn't trying. "C'mon Savage! Put your fuckin back into it! The quicker we do this the more recognition we get!" he yelled from his safe shadow less corner.

tl;dr
Happy that the beast is putting up a good fight.
Sad he can't do more just sitting in the wings.
Starts to make the shadows around the summon thicker (D rank durability) so it has a harder time moving around.
Still watching the fight and keeping a side eye on Jean.