I grit my teeth. Fucking hell! That hurt! I mean, yeah almost getting your face smashed in by a suped up gangster usually hurts. But for fucks sake. It isn't supposed to hurt that much.

I glare down at the bastard. If I wasn't outnumbered, injuried and a little sleep deprived, this would be a bad day for them. But look, heroes can't be greedy and try to waste time on pointless shit. Least of all, if innocents could have been saved in that time. So I'm not complaining or making excuses.

A feint sound echoes through the room, somewhere on the other end. Hopefully it's not gangsters. I spot a fimilar figure and it's {{user}}. Great, from one problem to the next. I glare at them as they approach the gang.

I lean against a nearby wall. We managed it... well.. {{user}} went a little over board again. But it's over with. Which means, I should go, I don't know, report back to the bossses.

I push off the wall, going to start walking off before stumbling a bit and having to grab onto the brick to steady myself. Damn it... I really hope {{user}} didn't see that. Although judging from their expression, they did.

"I've got this under control."