Ironed Out (Open to Night Hawks)

For the past two weeks or so, Arachnikid had fair enough reason to believe that a villain, known as Ironhide is once again out on the streets of Steel City, and is alleged to be working with another gang; Skull Shaders, in order to cover his tracks. The Skull Shaders are not the most threatening gang, but they do offer a sizable number of members. A lot look at them as being the weakest gang in Steel City, exactly why aligning with Ironhide would have been an easy choice; to dispel that image of being weak. Through a lot of recon missions, Arachnikid believes that he knows of an upcoming meeting which will be attended by the Skull Shaders and Ironhide. Where exactly? Within an abandoned warehouse, on the south side of Steel, near the Docks; right in Behemoth territory, an unlikely place, but one that would certainly be unexpected.

As such a plan has been constructed by several members of the Night Hawks. Hoping that they can put Ironhide back where he belongs, behind bars. But they will also be looking to rattle a few cages when it comes to the Skull Shaders; in order to send a message to the rest of the criminal underworld that inhabits Steel City. That plan, is as follows;

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It was a late evening in Steel City, approximately 23:35. There was a full moon out, lighting up the city from above, proving some degree of light to the rather dark and murky town. The docks from a glance, looked very quiet as the sound of the waves crashing against the shore was one of the few noises you could hear. But in Warehouse 47, not too far from the sea front; our pals the Skull Shaders were having a little meeting, a talk to kick off the New Year.

Inside we would find several dozen, maybe even a hundred, perhaps more Skull Shaders, stood in a large group, dressed in their punk style clothing with each wearing a Skull themed hockey mask. In front of them stood the leader, or someone who could be, dressed the exact same, but seemed much more muscular and brutish in appearance. Near him was a large crate, with Ironhide leaning against it. The group in front of them was left to talk amongst themselves for the time being, filling the place with the sound of conversation.

Alas, the leader stepped forward a few steps, a hockey stick in hand; he slammed it against the floor three times. It produced three rather loud thuds, echoing through the place. A device to get the attention of all, and it soon worked as the group of Skull Shaders would pipe down, giving their much sought after attention to their leader.

“It’s twenty thirteen boys, and change is a comin’ to the Skull Shaders. So far, our search for fearful notoriety in this town has been a dud. But that is changing, right now. You may have noticed our newest associate here, Ironhide. He himself, fears no man in this fair City, and each and every one of you shouldn’t either. It’s time we threw away the ol’ image of us JUST being a couple of punks, and start to do what we set out to do in the first place; claim this city as our own!”

Cheers and celebration amongst the crowd of Skull Shaders, cheering on their leader as he spoke about how 2013 will pan out for him and his comrades in arms. However, in the crate that Ironhide was leaning about, a few words were being shared as well.

Inside it was Arachnikid, a prisoner for the Skull Shaders. His hands were tied behind his back, most uncomfortably. And while he could probably break the knot, he didn’t. It was all apart of the plan, and he had to remain in his role as prisoner. Though, it didn’t stop him having a nice little chat to himself.

“Ooo! Heyyyyy Spidey! Will you pleeeease do me a favor and hide in that itty bitty box? …pleeeeeeease”

Arachnikid would say in a rather high pitched voice. But the Shaders, nor Ironhide could hear him; he was being drowned out by the sounds outside of the crowd and of the Skull Shaders leader. He would continue on with his little monologue, this time opting for a more masculine tone.

“Sure thing, baby. I’d do anything for a pretty little thing like you”

Back to the higher pitched tone, feminine.

“Oh Spidey! You’re my heeeeeeeeeeero”

And then his normal voice.

“…last time I spend a perfect night stuck in a box”

Outside the festivities were still going on, the crowd were chalking up each and every word spoken by the leader. Clearly he had done some public speaking before, he was only lacking a PowerPoint presentation.

“Now let us hear from our new friend, Ironhide, take it away”

Ironhide would lean off from the crate now, taking a step away. The crowd fell dead silent as he would force his hand through the wooden side of the crate. He grabbed Arachnikid, throwing him out across the floor.

“This, this little… parasite, is the type of guy you people are afraid of?”

Arachnikid had slowly managed to sit up on his knees, but as he did so; Ironhide took a few steps forward to punt him in the stomach. Arachnikid was sent rolling across the floor, finally stopping just before the crowd. He was a tad dazed, winded mostly; gasping for air. As this was going on, Ironhide continued his speech.

“It’s an insult, not just to me, but to so many more. That you guys have the audacity to call yourselves criminals, but then shriek in terror from these… kids”

By this time, Arachnikid had shifted to sit up on his knees, and would now get to a vertical base. Staggering, he turned around, walking straight into Ironhide who would catch him with a stiff punch to the abdomen. Arachnikid fell to his knees, the crowd looking on, still silent, in fear of Ironhide. Really, these were the type of attacks Arachnikid could dodge easily, and be capable of suppressing quite well. But he had a role to play, and so far it was working perfectly. Ironhide would pick Arachnikid up to his feet, and wrap a hand around AK’s throat. He lifted Arachnikid up in the air, so his feet were off the ground. Arachnikid of course played the part, shaking his legs to get free, whilst also trying to pry Ironhides hand away with his two hands. Being held there, Arachnikid had to listen to even more from the Iron Juggernaut. Oh, and did I mention; playing weak… it was something Arachnikid came up with whilst listening to the Shaders talk… perhaps should of thought of that earlier, told the Hawks… yea.

“From this moment forth, if any of you even think about running away from one of these teen heroes again, you’ll have a bigger problem; me. And just know, when you p*ss me off, I get angry, and accidents WILL happen”

Alas the choke was over, as Ironhide would slam Arachnikid down, back first onto the cold concrete floor. Arachnikid laid there sprawled out in front of Ironhide. He was dazed, or so he ‘seemed’. Maybe even unconscious, though he could just have his eyes shut. A slow clap by the Shaders leader as Ironhide walked back over towards the crate. Arachnikid was left there on the ground, just in front of the group of Shaders as to be a warning for them.

“Such a beautiful way with words… I hope Ironhide was clear, yes?”

Luckily the Shaders and Ironhide took no notice of the blue flaring light. Mostly due to the many voices in the room, discussing things between one another. The boss had been called aside by one of his men, informed of some news; so it was natural for the others to keep themselves occupied, by talking. Arachnikid had remained on the floor, an eye barely open but enough to notice the flare. He'd make his move soon, but not right now. He was very much within the talking crowd of Shaders; not the best opportunity to spring up, into action.

The Shader meeting had resumed to some degree, Ironhide taking center stage again as the goons and henchmen gathered in a group once more to listen. Fortunately for Arachnikid, he had managed to slowly move to the back of the group during their little intermission; making slow, careful movements as not to attract any attention. Stood at the back, unnoticed, he glanced around, looking for something, anything to catch Ironhide's attention. The roof, it looked... slightly unstable, worn down, old. Perfect. Arachnikid would launch two lines of webbing towards the roof just above Ironhide, the webbing caught onto a ceiling panel each. With one huge tug of strength, he pulled on the webbing; causing the two panels to fall down, bringing a few around them down as well. The debris fell down onto Ironhide and a few Shaders, who were also stuck with an almighty amount of dust from the roof. A rather large hole was left in the roof now, perfect for someone, anyone to simply fly down into. Ironhide would throw away one of the panels that had landed on him, infuriated, he yelled;

"AH! GET THE HAWKS!"

A huge gulp as Arachnikid saw the large Ironhide figure charging towards him, stomping the ground with an animalistic ferocity. Arachnikid has stepped back a few steps, bracing himself. A clubbing blow, Arachnikid ducked beneath, before dodging to the side swiftly as Ironhide followed with a kick forward. Arachnikid twisted around so he was behind Ironhide, pushing him forward into a few crates that he fell down on, crushing them beneath his body weight. Two Shaders ran up from behind, grabbing Arachnikid to hold him still whilst Ironhide was getting up; but AK was prepped for them, throwing them overhead to slam them on the floor before wriggling his arms free of their grasp. But as he did so, Ironhide launched a stiff uppercut that saw AK fly back several feet across the floor; leaving him dazed as Ironhide stepped ever closer.