Vigilantes old and new. (Closed to Apollo)

As the sun began to set Carwyn Sheppard began to dawn his gear. Lastly placing the hilt of his shintai in its holster as he traditionally would. Fully prepared and equipped, Apollo took to cold streets of New York City. He had previously plotted the areas he felt needed the most patrolling during his stay in the Big Apple. So he moved through the darkening alleys and kept his ears to the street for any criminal activity. This city would not remain silent for long as a massive explosion could be heard in the distance. He looked up at the sky to see the black smoke in the sky. Apollo noticed that this smoke however appeared almost unnatural. Wasting no time he dashed over to the crime scene following the sounds of sirens and location of the smoke. Apollo arrived at the wreckage of a local bank, several officers and SWAT surrounded the building. It was a struggle for the police to keep the frenzy under control as this intensity of this situation grew. In the mass hysteria Apollo noticed a teenage boy managed to slip through the barricades and into the bank. "The head on approach. Those were the days."

All the chaos taking place near the front Apollo maneuvered himself to the rear of the building. Just as he had suspected none of the police force was present. They were still to distracted by the mayhem to set up a proper perimeter. "Nobody respects going through the back anymore." Apollo charged his fist with energy and punched the door clean off the hinges. He waited a few brief moments for any reactions but there was no response. The kid who went through the front were keeping the robbers distracted he thought to himself. Silently as he could Apollo went through the halls of the bank. He heard the voices of several men arguing not to far off from his position. Quickening his pace Apollo found the criminals and the teenager. He was currently outnumbered four to one. The two goons with guns would be no threat but the duo in the jacket seemed suspicious. Despite the odds the kid stood his ground confidently and showed no signs of backing down either. "I'm Bart Simpson, who the hell are you!?," the teenager shouted at the criminals. Overhearing this Apollo sighed, palmed his face, & spoke under his breath, "Nobody respects witty back and forth banter either it seems."

"Well get busy living or get busy dying." Apollo turned the corner adding himself to the mix now. The one in the silver coat turned towards Apollo and spoke, "Let me guess old man your his babysitter." The four criminals all chuckled at the remark but quickly became silent as Apollo was laughing along with them. The pair in the jacket looked at each other puzzled by the reaction. Apollo pulled the hood of his jacket, improving his vision. He continued to laugh as he then rolled the right sleeve of his shirt up past his elbow. The teenager was now even confused by the odd behavior. Apollo then stopped chuckling and his face displayed a very serious demeanor. The energy pulsating through his left started cackling and crackling. The two henchmen with the guns were now starting to get uncomfortable. "So punk." Apollo then turned to look at the teenager, who was actually the punk he was referring to. "The plan?"

Apollo raised a eyebrow as the teenager created several blades of water from out of the air. It was impressive actually. It was not shocking either that the four villains decided not to turn themselves in. The energy surging through his arms was sent into the tip of his index finger. "Y'know punk that plan would work if you were Rambo but this ain't no Hollywood flick. Lets improvise." Apollo then shot three blast from his fingers suddenly leaving everyone stunned. All three shots sailed clear over the heads of the Yin Yang brothers and their two henchmen. "Do you need glasses old man!" The twin in white shouted. Even the teenager was embarrassed as he hung his head. Yet Apollo didn't seem worry at all. "Something worth noting punk. Always play off your partner's strengths. Just then water started bursting through the ceiling. Everyone looked up to see that Apollo had purposely shot off several of the bank's fire sprinklers.

Just then the two goons with guns opened fire on Apollo. He dodged the several oncoming bullets, heading towards cover. He leaped through a plane of glass and landed behind the counter. The two henchmen quit firing as they started to creep up on the counter. The shards of glass surrounding the counter broke as they grew nearer, alerting Apollo. He quickly stood up and fired a shotgun blast of energy. The counter was blown apart as smoke and rubble covered the area. It was unknown if the two henchmen survived the blast or managed to get to safety. Suddenly through the cloud of smoke the twin in white appeared, catching Apollo in the jaw with a punch. He quickly reacted however by sending his knee directly into the twin's abdomen. The two stumbled backward before staring each other down. Energy coursing through Apollo's left arm as this unknown white power circled the twin's body. The smoke was only beginning to settle and it was unclear how the other half of the battle was now playing out.