Two assholes walk into a bank...

Panzer rolled his eyes, and moved toward the man. His fists were clenched and his demeanor, aggravated. As he moved forward, he put up a hand, attempting to shove the mutant out of his way. He had to go talk to his landlord about getting a new door.

He stepped back. After he saw that the hooded man wasn't going to cooperate, he smiled and said "you should have listened" Then threw a fireball aimed right at the mans back! The torrent of flame was a deep orange and red, with a shadowy black covering the outside.

Upon contact with the fireball, Panzer stumbled forward, nearly falling on his face, but catching himself at the last minute. Feeling his back, he noted the complete ruination of the back of his hoodie, and angrily stamped his foot, causing a minor tremor to shake the building.

Turning to the swordsman, Panzer would yell “Are you fucking kidding me?! First you stalk me home, then you ruin MY door, which I have to now pay for, and then you destroy my clothing?! You want a fight kid?! Go piss off some super who actually has time for a lord of the rings looking ass punk! Because news flash Gandork...I. Fucking! DON’T!” With that, Panzer turned yet again, and made his way toward the stairs leading to his landlord’s apartment.

"In Gilgamesh's name you are droll. Here i thought id finally get to fight a crook. At least give me my money back.". Slaerihn jetted with incredible speed to his adversary's front. "Names Banshee." He stood fast, bracing almost.

Panzer groaned when the man appeared in his path. “Could you stop bothering me, you fucking punk?!” he huffed, raising a hand to shove the man to the right. This was a shove without his monstrous strength behind it, as he didn’t feel like breaking this building. But this guy was starting to really piss him off.

The hand meeting Slaerihn met with an unexpectedly well tuned body. The muscle was lean but sturdy and hard. "Look i know I don't look like much but that push was insulting. When I came to your door did I ask you to buy cookies for the troop and forgot about it?" His eyes rolled. "Look just give me my 20k and we can forget this ever happened. Ill even pay for the door." He extinguished the flames in his hands.

“I’m not giving you sh- wait a second.” The gears could be seen visibly turning in Panzer’s head as he studied the swordsman under a new light. “What the fuck do you mean, your money?” And slowly the pieces of the puzzle connected in Panzer's mind. “I didn't take that much, if you had gone back and asked those cops you would've known that. But you didn't go talk to those cops cause..you’re not a superhero... Oh my god, you’re not a superhero! You're a no good thief like me! You stalked me home, and now you're trying to shake me down! This is great!” And with that, for the first time all day, Panzer smiled with glee.

The smile on Slaerihn's face disappeared. Though he was all for a good joke here and there, he was never too fond of directly being insulted, let alone being compared to a common thug. "I am not some street trash that uses his powers to steal from banks. I may had been planning to skim the top of these bags, but you see.." He paused a moment allowing the last of his shadow form seem into his sclera. "...I do not take kindly to such trash comparing themselves to me, for you see my young delinquent. I am not another of your mutants." Shadowy flame swirled now about Slaerihn's feet. "I am Slaerihn! Son of Gilgamesh! Heir to the Ebony Throne! You will give me what i wish or i will incinerate you and use your ashes to grow a fig plant!"

Slaerihn was at the edge of his sanity. He was close to forgetting the money and incinerating this whole block, but something at the back of his mind was tugging on him to stop. The humanity was still in control, but barley.

"Yooo AND you're crazy?!" Panzer began his smile growing wider. "Carlson's gonna love it! Some crazy guy threatened to burn down my whole apartment building! Listen Slayer, I'm gonna take you down to the precinct now." he said moving to grab Slaerihn around the wrist, and pull him down the stairs.

Slaerhin's hand then burst at the man. His eyes dark, and all of his weight behind the punch. "DO NOT TAKE ME FOR SOME KIND OF JOKE!" He screamed

Panzer had been caught off guard quite plainly. He flew back a full twenty feet, landing directly in front of the doorless frame of his apartment. "Ow," he said in monotone voice, as he continued to lie down, and think.

"He took it?!" Slaerihn was a terrible mix of confused and infuriated. His flames intensified and he sent them at the man. "Take this then!" He lashed out with a plume of flame and shadow energy. "Shadow Plume!!"

Panzer lifted his head a bit in time to spot the flames heading at him. As the fire washed over him, an idea sprang into his head. As the flames finished washing over him, his body smoked, clothing singed full of holes, and revealing his bare flesh. His mask was ruined, and so were his hoodie and pants, but hopefully that would sell it.

"Oh no.. What did i do.".  Slaerihn looked at his hands. He killed a man.. for money. He ended life, for a petty human concept of currency exchange.  He fell to his knees looking at the charred corpse. Tears in his eyes, he began to sing in his people's tongue a lullaby.  It always seemed to calm him down, and he needed to be calmed. He looked again at what he had done.  He observed the body. His breath escaped him. The chest was rising, slightly, but riding.  

Slaerihn's form receded, back to the human like one he used to blend in with the local populace. He knelled down next to what he examined to be a dark male in his early to mid 20's. " HEY! if your alive say something! Please!".  Had he really seen the chest move? or was he seeing what he wanted to see?

Panzer lashed forward, gripping the boy by the collar of his shirt, the grin on his face very much alive with glee. “Gotcha,” he said before he took in the boy’s less demonic appearance. “Huh could’ve sworn you were more...uh never mind.” With that, Panzer got to his feet, lifting up the kid as he did so. His grip was strong (5) and unyielding. Eyeing the boy, he took into account the mutant’s lapse of worry and decided to give the man a chance to ask for forgiveness. “Any last words, before I smack your head off?”

Fear ran rampant in the face of the now powerless Aaron. His eyes wide with the pain of human nerves. This weak form could do nothing to match his opponents strength. He was afraid his demonic form may not either. That is when he hear him again. A deep voice that occasionally mimicked a snakes tongue flicker.

"You know what must be done." Aaron's face went pale. This voice.. no. Aaron lifted his head not of his own accord. He felt his humanity leave him. The light that balanced the dark. He wished for a moment he could stay Aaron forever.. he didn't want to kill, but Slaerihn did.

An intense heat loosened the grip on the boy, as he dashed back. The Aaron's face was now partially glossed over by black mist and he chuckled to himself, maddened almost. "Say hello to my father when you reach hell!". Another torrent of flame propelled Slaerihn twords his adversary and pushed him into a greater forced punch(8).