For being in the summer months, the world was unusually cold and dreary tonight. Thick rain poured down in sheets, filling every crevice it could, and for anyone out tonight properly covered they were likely soaked to the bone by now. In short, it was an unpleasant time to be out tonight. Yet, there were several being finding themselves stuck in the rain.

Drifters and homeless were standard in this part of town. But they weren't the ones who concerned Gluttony. No, the ones he was after were a group of thugs edging in on Ragnarok territory. Poseidon had done his level best to get the small group to cooperate and leave. But, as with many of his target, they were rather stubborn about staying where they were. Apparently they liked these abandoned buildings, apparently they were fine with living in near squalor.

Gluttony had his standard mask on, his hood up, and his thick jacket over the hoodie, so the rain didn't bother him. Besides, he wanted to do this job properly. So he assessed the outside of the building first, standing across the street in plan view. He knew that sometimes just the sight of a strange man in a blank mask was enough to get people to rethink their opinions. He was sure the rain added to the drama of it. He then used some insects to get a better look inside, it was a little difficult getting them in given the rain but there were always ways pests could get in.

Once he had an idea of who was where in the boarded up house he approached the front door. From what he could see, the thugs didn't have full control of the building. There were quite a few squatters they allowed to live there too. Strange, but he didn't think further on it. He had a job to do.

Gluttony kicked the door down, the rotted wood breaking free of it's rusted hinges with relative ease. The first three goons were caught off guard and were quickly gutted from the inside out before they could even reach for their side arms.

Shard was not at all fond of this sort of weather.  It was wet and cold and dreary and she was homeless and spent much of her time living on the streets.  Recently she had found an abandoned building that was too her liking.  It was delapatated with the windows boarded up and more than a few leaks in the roof, but it was better than any ot the other squats she had stayed in the past.  Severl other homeless had all ready claimed it as home as had a group that had a local reputation for being violent and brutish.  The thugs were strangers in their little community and she wasn't the only one to take offense to their presence and their presumtion to be in command.  No, she didn't like them at all.

For several nights Shard had been considering what to do about the problem.  Fight or flight, that was always the question and she had experience with both.  Flight was always easier and yet...she liked this place.  She could live in close proximity with a few other street people; there was a sort of loose community where people looked after one another.  She was dangerous when she needed to be and that reputation was starting to become known.

Watching the building from across the street, unexpected activity helped to make Shard's deicsion for her.  A masked man kicked open the rotted door, obviously intent upon doing those inside harm.  Well, if fate had seen fit to throw something like that into her lap, who was she to refuse it?

Shard ran for the loosely boarded up window, crystal wolf padding along just in front of her.  As she approached, a large purple falcon that had been resting upon her shoulder took flight and smashed directly into the window.  A few feather tips chipped off in the collision, but its work had been done and the window was now clear and open.  Jumping on top of her wolf to get the leverage she needed to enter the window, her falcon settled back upon her shoulder.  

Alex had just been dispatching the last of the thugs on this floor, bursting gut with vipers and rats. They must have eaten recently, their last dinner now their undoing. He was certain that their cries of agony could be heard by the floor above and he was preparing to head up there when something crashed through the window.

He barely had time to register the glittering crystal falcon that landed just a few feet away from him when a girl on a wolf of the same material followed through. He tilted his head, attempting to figure out what he was to do with her. She didn't appear to be like these invaders. She appeared to be homeless, if he were to judge by clothes alone.

He raised his hand, intent clear, he'd use his powers if she made a move on him. "Are you one of them?" He gestured to the corpses behind him, though one was still gurgling his final breath, it wouldn't matter soon enough. What mattered was that the girl answered quickly before he decided to just end her right there.

Once inside, it became clear that her help wasn't exactly needed.  Several men lay dead or dying on the floor and she could hear the rustling of people moving around upstairs.  Neither the blood nor the deaths bothered her.  Her falcon returned to its perch on her should and she glanced out the window at her wolf.  Calculating the distance it needed to leap into the building, a moment later it jumped, catching the ledge and scrambling to the best of its ability into the place.  It barely made it inside, but made it it did.

Now that both her pets were back at her side, she turned to view the only person left standing in the room.  He was masked and she didn't much like that.  Cowards hid their faces behind masks.  Was the stranger a coward?  He was willing to maim and kill, that much was clear.  A low growl came from the glittering wolf at her side, but it otherwise remained still.

"No, I'm not with them.  Why did you kill them?"  She was genuinely curious and not especially afraid of the man.  If he foolishly chose to try anything, her pets could move damn fast and they were more than capable of eviscerating a man.  Her hand rested on top of her wolf's head, as if keeping its anger in check and making sure it didn't charge in and maul the man.

"No, I'm not with them. Why did you kill them?"

He lowered his hand and tilted his head up, hearing people moving. There wasn't much time for this, he didn't want to be caught unawares because he was talking to this girl. "Simple, they needed to be cleared out." He tilted his head toward the crystalline wolf, unafraid of the threat. A creature like that couldn't exist on it's own, it had to depend on a source. The girl was the source, thus, if he eliminated her like he eliminated the men, there would no longer be a threat.

Beside he could make something better. Using the dead bodies behind him he created his own two wolves, each 300 pounds of muscle, fur, and teeth. "You should go, this is not your fight." The wolves moved on their own, heading up the stairs to finish the job. There was shouting and gun fire and Alex winced with every shot, as each searing bullet through his creations felt like bullets through his own skin.

But it didn't take long, it never took long. Thankfully, it had only been minuets but he could already feel a headache burning at the back of his skull. The pain throbbed through out his body, yet he was not finished. He still needed to head upstairs and clean the mess his creations made. The climb up the stairs, which normally wouldn't bother him, felt like hell.

"Simple, they needed to be cleared out."

Well, she couldn't disagree with that.  Those men were human scum, taking advantage of the downtrodden and disadvantaged living in the area.  They were the sort that ruined a neighborhood, that caused suffering and disadvantage wherever they did.  Gang rules and gang violence had no place in her world and their deaths were no great tragedy.

"Maybe this is my fight.  Maybe I want them dead too."  She didn't know why he wanted this building or why he wanted to kill those leeches of society and she didn't much care.  So what if he had his own pets and so what if his pets might be larger than hers, she wasn't about to back down.  The size of the dog in the fight only told half the story, after all, and she had all the motivation in the world to fight harder and dirtier than this fool.

"What do you want with this place?"  She placed a hand upon her wolf, who bared its teeth ever so slightly.  If he as willing to be reasonable, she was willing to accord him the same.  If not, well, then things were about to get bloody and that was fine too.  She liked when things got bloody.  Whoever remained upstairs didn't seem to be doing so well, judging by the sounds that could be heard from down below.