Pardonnez Mon Français

The Valtiari had made their way across the pond to the City of Love. Paris. At first, it was just for touring. Here and there they threw a deserving American off a bridge, but Europe was a generally peaceful country. There was persistent crime that happened here. However, major crime organizations were more prevalent. In order to get around, they needed money, and without standing jobs there would be no money to be had. The three of them had resorted to pickpocketing, which was popular as it is in the country so three more would not even make a ripple. Or so they thought.
They had not been caught, however descriptions of them had been put out as the most popular and most successful pickpocket-ers in the last few weeks. This did not concern them, however it was starting to get sad how easy it was to steal from average people. Soon there after, they were approached by an organizer or some of the more impressive crimes that had been committed. He was asking for their assistance to rob the BNP Paribas, the largest bank in France. This man knew that they were not ordinary people and maybe the would participate in this supposedly one time deal. And they would. Valentina, Giovanni and Yvvone all agreed to help out with this steal.

The day came and everything was in place, all the three of them had to do was stop security. No problem. The trio was in disguise, since their pictures were somewhat known throughout the area, and when the alarms went off, they sprung into action. Dozens of guards flooded the main floor and all the civilians took cover and were being escorted out of the bank in an orderly fashion. Panic ensued and the authorities were called. In the next few moments, there was an explosion that burst from the front doors of the bank and the thieves holding the money were thrown out of the financial establishment. Slowly following were the three siblings. They walked up to the crippled men and began to pick up the loot. From where they stood they could see the designated getaway car trying to abort the mission. Yvvone drew his sword and threw it at the tire of the van, easily slashing it and causing them to lose control and run into another parked vehicle. Meanwhie Giovanni had tied a rope of energy around the first batch of individuals so that they wouldn't escape and Valentina sped over to the men exiting the van. The one exiting out of the drivers side she grabbed the hand of and broke with a simple twist. He fell to the ground in pain as she took the sword from the tire and prepared to take his life when out of the corner of her eye she saw the man in the passenger seat make a break for it instead of helping his comrade.
Coward...
She thought as she took the sword and threw it like a javelin at the man running away. By his luck, he stumbled at the last second causing the sword to cut his right side versus impaling through him. The slash was still pretty deep, deep enough for him to fall to the ground holding his side in pain crying out. Yvvone and Giovanni had made it over to the van where the man with the broken hand was trying to run while Valentina moved over to the other one she had just cut. A thin wall of energy appeared in front of him, which he ran into and fell backwards. The wall disappeared making him think he had literally just hit nothing. Giovanni handed the tied up group of semi-conscious thieves and walked over to the fool who just hit the ground. He drew his sword and put it to the man's chest while simultaneously Valentina put Yvvone's sword to her victim's chest. The two of them could see it in their eyes. They were baffled, foiled in a matter of seconds. Their trust had been painfully misplaced. 
"No loose ends..." Said Giovanni as both him and Valentina pulled back about to impale and kill both of them men.

Rex sat in the hotel room on the fifth floor recovering from jet lag after a long trip from London to Paris. Hand n his head, he breathed in deep to relax his mind and body. Falling back he took a nap for a couple of hours than arose. Getting up, he got dressed in a pair of blue jeans, a white muscle shirt, and a NY jets jacket that looked brand new. Sliding on his socks and boots he picked up his backpack and headed to the elevator. Stepping inside he hit the number one button and rode it down, said elevator stopped several times on the way down to the first floor. Stepping out he was nearly run over by a baggage carrier and only jumping back kept him from being hit, however the jump put him back in the elevator as the doors closed and the button showed top floor. So once again he hit the number one button and after going to the top floor he rolled all the way down to the first floor. Stepping out he nodded to the man at the desk and left the hotel. Fixing his jacket he examined the city in front of him and smiled.

Walking around the city he listened to the people talking in french and not understanding a word, Americans with maps and tour groups of kids and parents. The sky was a beautiful shade of blue with a bright sun which was different from London with it's dark clouds and sheets of rain. He watched several cops on radios turn and start running in a single direction. Shaking his head since he decided he was on vacation he was going to ignore it, the trip was about relaxation, not crime-fighting. Another twenty feet down the road he heard sirens, a large van moved through with the France version of S.W.A.T. on the side. Sighing, he turned and headed the direction of the police. His path lead him to a large bank which was marked somewhere on his map in his back pocket, but that wasn't on his concern right now. The tides changed as a explosion ripped the front door, several people ran out including three masked individuals who stood out a little more. They turned on their own group and for a moment he figured them hero's in disguise until the attempt of murder came to play.

Shaking his head he strolled through the growing crowd and past the police ignoring their yells in french which he had no way to respond anyway. Picking up a rock he hefted it in his hand, his fingers sliding over the smooth surface of the simple rock. Placing it between his thumb and forefinger he flicked it out like a bullet aiming for the blade of the nearest person about to stab one of them. "Hey, do we really need the bloodshed?" He stood in full view eyeing the three culprits and sizing them up at once. bags of money on their shoulder he simply shook his head, a look of sadness in his eyes at three potentials wasted again. "Drop the cash, your weapons, and give up." his stance wasn't threatening, just stern with a look that obedience to the order would be better than the alternative.

Yvvone watched as the large man approached through the crowd, he picked up a rock and called out to them after throwing the stone at an impressive speed. Giovanni moved the sword out of the way of the rock as it sped by him and continued on to pierce the van. All three of them took note, he had to be inhumanly strong in order to throw a rock that quickly. Whoever this man is, he is clearly the hero type. Not wanting the thieves lives to be taken. He was very direct with his demands, which were to simply give up. The Valtiari would be doing no such thing. Giovanni sheathed his sword, and Valentina threw the one she wielded back to Yvvone who also put it in its respective sheath.
"I do not believe you know with whom you are dealing..." as he stepped on the man he was about to stab to move closer to their challenger. Valentina also kick her victim in the side, moving him out of her way as she moved closer as well. Yvvone remained by the van, tightening the grip on the men he held hostage.
A crowd is being attracted, if we wish to settle this let us do so in a less crowded area... Thought Yvvone to his sibling.
Gio and Yvvone began to walk away and if the man tried to make a move, Valentina would move in font of him faster than he might wish to believe.
"We shall allow these men to keep their lives. However, you must leave us be with what we have collected. Attempt to stop us, and we will not be so merciful with your life..." she said staring through the man she stood before. He was significantly larger than she was, and more than likely stronger than her as well as he had demonstrated only moments before. Valentina was taking a risk confronting him like this. She was however confident that she could move and react faster than him which would allow her to make a counter strike before he had the chance to lay a hand on her. It would make thing so much simpler for not only the Valtiari, but also this poor soul if he would allow them to be on their way. Sparring the lives of their conspirators was enough mercy for one day, this individual would not be graced with such privilege if he deiced to go against their wishes...

His eyes wandered to the trio ho seemed eager to get aay without a fight. He didn't pertain this to weakness but more of intelligence . Sighing he shook his head in regret to their wishes. "Sorry, your breaking the law and I have to stop you. I'll go easy on you since right now all your charged with is robbing a bank which at most is felony theft.." He looked at the woman in front of him without the slightest bit of intimidation. Three on one fine but they would find him a challenge like nothing before. He looked at the person before him and offered a hand. "Come on. Life is much more than money and pride...it's easier to let this go than to drag it out. I will help all of you if you just surrender." His eyes were sincere to his promise that he would assist and help these three, maybe even get them on the right path.

He took a step forward and the movement stated he would not be letting them get away. His eyes floated between the three, his mind calculating stances, position, distance, and proficiency. The police in the background watched the exchange and understood this was something beyond their expertise to handle. The hero seemed to have it under control, but until it was over they couldn't leave. Guns drawn they aimed them at the criminals both who were down and the ones standing. Rex took another step forward towards the person in front of him, his hand still held out and willing the three to accept his offer and give up a life of crime. Wasted potential pissed him off, these three should be using their skills for good not evil.

Taking a deep breath he continued trying to talk it out. "I'm Rex, from New York. Look, I been where you are...but this is not the way to handle it. Survival is easier than being criminals...I can show you a better world out there if you let me. I'll talk to the judge on your behalf, see if I can get probation instead of jail time and than we can work on getting you three on the straight path...it's never to late to do the right thing." He was talking a lot yes, but his days of rushing in with pure strength and no tact was behind him. If he could talk the three down and into surrendering he would be a better hero for it.

He liked to talk, this boy, confidently too. A trait that the Valtiari respected. If the man had approached them in a manner another than this, they would have torn him apart just standing there. Still, this one individual would not be much of a threat to the trio. Or so they thought. He was a big guy, and strong to some degree. Though he was either overestimating his own powers or underestimating the abilities of the three of them. Whichever it may be was a terrible mistake.
"Do not patronize us. Where you are from, and what you have gone through matters not to me, nor my brethren. We are not like you..." said Valentina as she removed the hat she had on letting the couple of long braids fall down. Her two brothers followed suit letting their long blond hair fall down their backs. She had a backpack which covered up the sheathed sword on her back. The female threw that to the ground and removed any other pieces of disguise that she had on. All three of them were wearing their traditional white outfits with black accents.
"And do not fret, this shall not drag on as you have described..."
And with that, Valentina took the man's hand gently but then moved quickly forward and up interlocking her underarm and his. Following, she took off at her top speed of over 500 miles per hour. The scenery blurred by them and within moments they arrived at an open field. There was a small two lane road that cut through the land and off in the distance a barn and food silo could be seen. Other than that there was not much of anything.
"There was an unnecessary crowd. You are young, and still have very much to learn. I have found my path. I believe the modern saying is that 'it is only a crime if you get caught'. Though it sounds conceited, there are few forces that can catch myself, or my siblings." She said as she spoke through her high collar with her arms crossed under her chest. 
"However, you are welcome to try..." As a clear invitation for the man to engage her. Valentina stood a few yards from the man, it would take at least a few steps for either of them to reach the other. Yes, she was confident but no more than her potential opponent was. He had demonstrated his strength, and her the capability to move at absolutely insane speeds. But that was not all she was capable of. As she waited to see if he would make a move she reached and casually grabbed the hilt of her sword still in its unusually short and broad sheath.

Rex laughed as they blurred away from the city and to a open area. He appreciated the removal of innocent bystanders who would have been caught in the aftermath had they stayed there. He had enjoyed that blurring motion since he himself wasn't very fast. His abilities focused on power and taking as much as dishing out. He looked at the woman in front of him and had to admit she was cute...but in that category he had hopes for another. The sword on her back actually made him smirk, those things were useless against his skin...something they had yet to discover was just how much he could take. Sliding his hand over his buzzcut hair, he took a long look at the woman.

Turning full circle slowly and methodically, he took in the scenery of the open countryside. "Beautiful place....must we really destroy it in a fight? It's easier on the land if you just gave up now." His eyes flicked back to the woman and instantly sized her up as a person. Well built, lean, a stance of a fighter. The sword on her back made him wonder if she just used it with her speed or if she was indeed a student of Kenjutsu. It didn't matter, weapons like that weren't practical against him. "So, we waiting for your brothers?" He decided to let them make the first move but he did add one line of defense. Reaching down he slid his hand into the hard pact earth like it was water. Pulling up a handful of dirt and rocks. tilting his hand he let the soil slide away. The rocks he could use as a projectile and much faster than the casual flick he had done with the van.

The sky here was a striking beautiful wonder. Sky has blue as the clear sea, clouds floating lazily through the air. The wind and temperature was perfect, and the sun hung in the sky giving off warmth. Taking a deep breath he once again found his vacation around the world to be havoc....would he ever have his stay in one country be normal? Turning his mind back to the woman he decided it was time to get ready. Walking a few feet away he removed the New York Jets jacket off his body to reveal the powerful muscle and un-scarred body that had been in countless fights, though most assume he had never been in even one with his body looking normal. His shirt came off next and was folded and set with his jacket. Standing there in nothing but his blue jeans and shoes, he turned and headed back towards the woman. Taking the same exact position once more.

He breathed in the rich air, feeling the life of the land and for that he dreaded his next move. The first attack was a double flick of his fingers on his right hand which sent the twin rocks to a rocketing speed, not aimed for her but for the areas right over her shoulders. It was a distraction only, his next attack was to take away the speed of his opponent which meant a different landscape. Raising his foot he threw it down, the collision did nothing at first...than the earth screamed. It bucked, and rolling waives erupted off the ground and spread out before the terrain exploded upward. The entire landscape within a two hundred foot radius was ripped, lifted, torn, widened, and changed. Huge rocks of earth now stuck up at odd angles, the grass gone or flipped over. Rocks and boulders hidden in the earth were thrown wild and rolled around, jagged earth had been lifted at odd angles. The landscape that was so beautiful was lifted into a terrible destructive mess that made movement hard when going fast. Anyone within a ten foot distance when it happened would feel the devastating physical force that blasted out in it's own shock-wave.

Valentina remained composed with her arms crossed watching the man remove his clothing preparing for the fight. He was a well built man, thought even his size did not explain his supernatural strength. She could not tell if the man had done much fighting as his body was unscathed. No scars, bruises, or anything of the sort. It was strange, though not to be ignored. Following his disrobing he took a few steps away from his clothes and took in a breath. He was ready, she could sense it.
His first move was flicking both of his fingers in a manner similar to how he had attacked them earlier. Two rocks sped forwards towards Valentina, even though they were extremely close to hitting her they merely zipped by her face with not even so much as a flinch from her. He needed to shoot to kill if he wanted to get anywhere in this conflict. Rex's following attack was far more impressive than the rocks he had tossed. Bringing his foot down onto of the earth caused it to buckle and turn literally inside out. Indeed an interesting first move. Valentina stepped lightly backwards, quickly and effortlessly putting her out of the range of the destructive ring that expanded outwards. She still stood with her arms crossed, a disproving look glazed her face. It was her turn now to get an estimation of what other capabilities this man might possess.

Valentina moved from the spot she stood to an overturned piece of rock, she appeared right above it and slightly touched down on the tip before she vanished to another vertical rock behind him. For a third time she moved again, but this time reappeared above him and proud her heel down trying to powerfully connect with his shoulder. The force she exerted would be enough to completely shatter a normal human's entire arm if not just rip it clean off of someone's body. Be though as it may, she did not expect those results with this man. He was clearly strong and his body was no doubt durable. This initial kick would serve as a test to what this individual would be able to withstand from her.
After the kick was delivered, regardless of the outcome, she would move back outside of the area which this Rex character had destroyed earlier and then wait for his move. Assuming he could still make one. In the mean time, Yvvone and Giovanni were slowly making their way to the location where Valentina had brought the man. If things intensified, she would of course call them over immediately. But for the time being, she had things under control.

Rex watched his opponent with a close eye but even with that he couldn't keep up with her speed. Sighing he shook his head, he hated speedsters. hard to hit but most of them only required a single hit to put them down. The movement of the woman was very impressive, suddenly she was above him., Looking up he watched as she came down driving her boot into his shoulder, the impact didn't even register or the man, his skin didn't even ripple from the attack. Leaning down he hefted a large rock into his hand, a boulder more like it. Tossing it into the air he caught it, his eyes on the woman in front of him. "You going to surrender?" His eyes were hopeful that she would once she saw how useless it was in attacking him. The girl had speed to her name that was all, her strength wasn't anything he couldn't take all day long.

The boulder weighed nothing in his hands, only a few hundred pounds. Bringing his arm back he threw the massive boulder with all his strength which may have been severe overkill. The wind parted around the flying rock that already had hit a speed of four hundred and sixty five mph. The rock screamed from the wind pressure splitting around it as it flew at the woman. Once thrown, Rex simply took his standing position and crossed his arms waiting. The girl was wasting her life going down the road of a crook, they all were. He just hoped he could turn them to the path of good without having to kill them.