Kit Havoc - 2

"Surprisingly, he hasn't killed me. Yet." muttering as he puts his back up against what he believes are boxes and crates.

The young man soon chants a spell which creates a small orb of light which lit up his surrounding, at least, most of it.

"Hmm... seems I'm put in a storage room of some sort." he said, examining the area that was full of boxes, crates and barrels which were full of various content. Most of it containing alcoholic liquids.

He looks around again and sees his belt holster and sheathed sword at a corner with his scarf, headphones and beret. "There's my stuff, at least." he sighed. "Still need to get out of these binds. "Really need to get out of these binds." he grunted as he tries to chant a spell.

Before he could finish, the door opens up, blinding him with a bright light. Closing one eye and squinting the other to try and focus on the door.

"Seems you're finally awake, 'Chaser'." said a familiar voice.

The lad recognized the voice and gave an annoyed sigh. "The 'Hoodlum'." he thought.

Douglas and two of his henchmen entered the room as one of them closes the door. The two guard the door while Douglas walks up to the sitting bounty hunter and gives a swift kick to the stomach. "I still haven't forgotten what you did to my arm, you son of a bitch." he gritted his teeth.

The kid gives a short yelp and the unexpected kick as he curls up in pain and groans.

The gang leader crouches down, grabs and pulls the hair of the boy. "You might've taken my dark powers... but that doesn't mean I don't have any other spells up my sleeves." he gives a sly grin. "Your powers seem strong. I want it."

Widening his eyes, the lad had a feeling what the hoodlum was gonna do and he didn't like it.

Letting go of the kid's hair, he begins to mumble a chant as his remaining hand begins to glow and slowly approaches the kid.

"This isn't good. He's gonna steal and absorb my magic energy." the kid thought as he glares at the hand that was slowly coming towards him. "Need to come up with somethin'!."

Using what energy he had, the lad uses his body and legs to give a spin and knock the crouching Douglas to the ground. Successful, he rolls backwards back to his feet and quickly runs to his weapons and gear. 

The two lackeys bring out their handguns and begin shooting at the direction of the boy but to his luck, they were lousy shots.

Within a few feet, he lunges himself towards his stuff and, conveniently, behind some crates which sheltered him from incoming fire from the two. His sword falls to its side, making the blade part come out a bit. "How lucky!" he grins as he rolls having his back facing towards it, beginning to cut the binds off.

"Grr! You're gonna die tonight, you bastard!" Douglas shouted in anger as he was handed an MG by one of his lackey and begins spraying with one arm. He was laughing like a psycho.

Once free from his restraints, the kid rolls closer to the wall as his crate shields were slowly deteriorating from the barrage of bullets. He quickly retrieve his handgun and sword and waits for the opportunity to go on the offensive.

Douglas and his henchmen finished spraying their bullets and begin to reload while Douglas taunts the lad. "Ya dead yet, punk?" 

Right on cue, the lad jumps out of what remained of his cover, quickly aimed and fire his gun twice, hitting a clean headshot on both of Douglas's henchmen. Before Douglas could finish reloading his gun, it is kicked out of his hand and he is knocked into the ground.

The lad uses his blade and cuts the MG in half before walking towards his target.

Douglas, trying to do the same trick he done earlier, gets a flash bang from his coat but was cut in half, with two of his fingers, by a throwing knife. The leader screamed in pain as the kid was now standing over him. He would slowly lean up and look up with anger in his eyes.

"Do ya surrender now?" the kid asks.

Even knowing that he's gonna die, Douglas remained defiant. "Just finish me, you piece o-" before he could finish, the kid pulls the trigger and hits Douglas point blank in the head. His body falls backwards, ending the hoodlum's life of crime.

The kid exhales as he wipes blood that dripped from his head from earlier. Heads towards his stuff and puts everything back on. Then, goes to his back pocket and gets out a folded piece of paper, opens it up to reveal the wanted poster of the hoodlum, takes a pen and makes a giant "X" over the face.

He gives a small smile and chuckle. "And Kit Havoc has taken 'nother one down. Horosho~"