Pretty? Aw, the guy thought that Derek was attractive. Maybe he wouldn't fight back anymore. That was until he remembered that he had already given him a couple of blows. Yep, he was screwed. So Hercules wanted to charge at him, huh? Derek was prepared for that.

When he got close enough, he grabbed Hercules by his arm and flipped him over his shoulder using the momentum from the charge. Derek stumbled backwards, almost falling on his butt. He quickly looked around until he saw Rhett. "...Aren't you goin' to help?!" He asked, throwing his hands up in the air. He jogged over to him without waiting for an answer. "How are we gonna handle this problem? Call the cops? NYPD?"

When Derek asked him to jump in Rhett didn't hesitate. He was tired of this asshole. It was time to shut him down. Rhett looked across the street and saw a department store window with a few mannequins. They were wearing American Eagle teenager type clothes. V-Neck shirts and skinny jeans. Proudly displaying the latest trendy fashions. Rhett focused on them and they came to life. They both stepped out of the window and headed towards the door. Keep him busy for a second, Rhett thought as he focused. He saw a couple of police men trying to figure out what the chaos was. They were going to get themselves hurt if they came over here. Rhett handled that too.

Rhett concentrated his mental thoughts on what he wanted the mannequins to do. The dummy and the bear were still active. Still standing behind him, though they were just standing. He didn't put much thought into what they were supposed to be doing so they seemed to be just watching like innocent bystanders. Rhett's mannequin minions each grabbed a pistol and a clip of ammo from the officer's holsters then proceeded to pistol whip the cops with them. They were both knocked out, safe from harm. "Nighty night flatfoots." Rhett mumbled under his breathe. The mannequins crossed the street. Cars swerved to avoid the impossible, most just stopped and gawked at what they were seeing.

Rhett was smiling now as his mannequins each raised their guns in his direction. They pulled the trigger. Rhett wasn't playing. Rhett was looking to stop this guy.... Permanently.  Rounds flew from the chambers as they walked and shot at the same time.  The mannequins faces came alive.  Their expressions twisted in the same hatred that was on Rhett's face.  It was the single most dominating thought on his mind in the moment.... Anger.  One bullet hit Hercules in the shoulder.  It was enough to get his attention.  Rhett was surprised to learn that he could be shot and keep standing.  Another couple of rounds hit him in the hip,  and thigh.  Hercules finally understood what it was that the old man could do.  He was attacked by the toys, but he wasn't sure until just now that it was the old man doing it. 

Hercules sneered at Rhett.  The gunshots hurt, his super human strength gave him a higher tolerance for pain.  He picked up the motorcycle by one handle and flung it at one of the mannequins.  Rhett's mental reaction was fast and it dodged.  It shot him again this time blowing off a chunk of his ear.  Hercules didn't want to stay in this fight.  He was outnumbered 6 to 1.  Instead he took off running after giving Rhett and Derek a nasty look.  Rhett thought about making the mannequins give chase, but he was tired.  That took a lot of out him.  He looked at Derek who was probably shocked.  Rhett never said he played fair.  He played dirty.  "Well... good job kid... You saved the city. Feel like a hero yet?"  He asked lighting a cigarette and admiring all the destruction in the park.  There was a bike smoldering and in flames in the grass.  There were broken park benches and a broken fountain and people running and screaming every which way.  It was his kind of afternoon.  Rhett needed a damn drink. 

Derek was relieved when Rhett took care of Hercules. The last thing he needed was a broken anything, "thank you, Rhett." He huffed and turned his attention toward the seasoned man. "Eh, a little."[/font] He smiled at the man, then back down at the ground. He didn't know how he'd gotten himself involved in something that was so brutal, but he knew that it would happen sooner or later. "What are you gonna do now that you beat the livin' crap out of the supervillain?" He asked curiously. Derek didn't have anything major to do other than check in at Haven and grab something to eat for dinner.