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Thomas Rybec was not a happy camper. Three hours ago he had found himself in a strange cit. He had no idea how to explain how he got here but he was and nothing was going to change that fact.

"Blast my eyes," he mutters in a bit of anger not liking this at all. He didn't recognize this city at all. But he did know this city was dangerous so he kept his duffel bag close to his body.

That was until he noticed he was in trouble. Looked like some of the City's riff-raff had decided that he would be an easy target. Well this was going to be so wonderful. Not only could he be confused about why he was here or more importantly how he got here but looked like he was about to get down and dirty with some of this city's underbelly.

Nice welcome wagon.

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And just in the nick of time, Hunter lept from the edge of some rickety old balcony and landed right in front of Thomas and the oncoming thugs.

"New here?" He gave a long look through his domino mask at the other man, his northern accent lilting in his words. He held his crossbow at the ready, a grin on his face, practically daring the thugs to move closer.

Thomas was in his civilian clothing for the time being, looking like someone just off the bus from just about anywhere. He didn't appear to have anything too distinguishing about him either.

"Oh yeah...Just love the welcome wagon ya got goin'," he drawls lazily as he ducks to the left when the thugs decide that the best idea all night is to bull rush Hunter and this unknown average joe.

"Isn't it the best? Nothin' says 'Welcome to Gotham' more than onna our first-rate muggings."

Hunter grinned as he readied his ground, taking a stance and aiming his crossbow at said thugs, hoping he could cover the new guy fully enough. It was a flammable bolt, which meant it was a glorified firecracker, and it sizzled and popped wildly, sending a torrent of smoke and sparks everywhere, whistling merrily like it was a holiday. One of the thugs ignored the firework and tackled Hunter in the legs, sending them both flying. The vigilante bopped the would-be mugger in the head with the base of his 'bow as they landed, and knee'd him nicely in the gut.

"Careful! Couple of them have blades," Thomas barks as he slaps an arm away from his face neatly and dives in for a punch. Right now it feels a bit refreshing to fight base-line humans as far as he's concerned.

Why? Well that's easy to answer. In the past months he's been fighting things that he hadn't dreamed where even real. He had the ring though to keep him from getting killed. But right now he's trying very hard to not get knifed by the two thugs that decided he'd make a fun target. So he swings the heavy end of his duffel bag at the nearest chest. Now hopefully he'd get through this fight without needing too much finesse.

Hunter grunted a response as one of the said knives came at him from behind, and it was only a split second between him and a good jab to the back, he whirled around and kicked the legs out from under the attacker, and socked him in the face with a right hook. His inexperience was obvious from mistakes like these, he had only been a vigilante for a little while now, and compared to the Spoiler chick and Batwoman? He was playing with kid gloves. A bit angry, he kicked the already almost-downed thug rather roughly and he was certainly down now.

Of course Thomas was not going to comment. It wouldn't be fair after all. He was used to fighting. His father had made him learn how to because he was the eldest boy and had been expected to look out for the 'kids'.

But now he was all grown up and not in 'his' city. This wasn't Boston. But that was fine by Thomas. He'd just hit these guys until they backed off or stayed down.
"....Why don't you idiots just back the frell off," Thomas snaps before smacking another man with a fist. This was not going to be fun, he decided.

Hunter had been one of those random brawlers all through his youth, but he had never really honed his fighting. He was the hot-headed kind to get into scraps at the drop of a penny, and always was the one coming home with a black eye and bloody nose,the kid that jumped on the dogpile and ended up getting squashed. He had taken martial arts and the like, but it was more of a passing fad, he had a hard time paying attention and he really wished he had taken the time to learn the useful things, like the way Spoiler had downed that man with a neat thwack to his pressure point in his back. He was very thankful for his crossbow right now.

And what was the deal with these thugs keep coming back for more? Even the man he had just downed was now scrabbling at his thick boots like he had money in there or something. Hunter kicked him roughly in the head and he went back down with a thick thud. He could see on Thomas' face that he was getting rather annoyed with this as well. He aimed his crossbow at one of the men, this time a regular bolt was inserted. The thug stopped, not seeing to very well understand what was pointed at him.

"Yeah? Y'see this? It'll kill ya. Right through the forehead. Wanna try? Or do you wanna leave us alone now?"

That made the men shake. They had decided to split now that they saw the crossbow bolt was the kind that could kill. They held no illusions that this guy , this cape would kill them if given a reason.

Thomas watches them go with a frown crossing his face. He hated criminals. Mostly because he hated seeing people picked on or victimized. "...Thanks for the assist, man."

He flashes the other man a tiny smile as if to say all was cool.

"Name's Hunter," he returned the smile, though it was more of a smirk. "And no prob, it's what I do."

He shouldered his crossbow, ready to make out into the night once again. "Gotham's not the friendliest lady in the world. Y'gotta watch yer back around here, okay man?"

"Thomas," he supplies with a smirk. Then he blinks a bit feeling a bit worried. Gotham wasn't in his plans. Heck, Gotham wasn't 'real' on his world.

Huh, looks like he was on an alternate Earth.

"Well yeah..She's nicer than some places...At least I don't have to try and badly pronounce French," he jests with a shrug.

Hunter let a grin out after that. "Well, pal, I suggest you get outta this side 'a town if you're new here. It's kinda obvious. No offense." He pointed vaguely down the street. "Bus stop's down there, you take it for about ten minutes thataway and you'll be just fine."

However, just before the thugs can move forward, thick, beautiful vines suddenly spurt out of the ground, sweeping up and wrapping around the legs of the thugs.

"Tut tut," said a seductive feminine voice as a shadow moved and a tall, green clothed woman with ruby red lips and equal colored hair swirled out behind her thin, muscular frame. "That's no way to treat a stranger."

((Perfectly fine. :D))

Thomas had been readying for a fight. Not sure just how he had provoked an attack. Just that it was, no, would have happened of it weren't for this lovely woman.

One of the men snarls in an almost feral tone. "Who asked you," the thug demands.

"Nobody. I'm nothing more than a concerned citizen," she said, smiling and walked over to them, opening her palm and blowing a bit of some pink powder over the man's face. A moment later he fell, choking and gasping, and lay silent the next minute.

Ivy turned to the stranger, her eyes glittering. "There are better places for a fight, darling, if that's what you're after."

He chuckles with a grin crossing his features. A few rounds wouldn't be so bad. Especially if it was just him, and not him with his uniform and ring on.

"Well...I really wasn't looking for the welcoming committee here...But a god ole spar wouldn't be unwelcome."

"Tell me then, do you like fighting crime, or causing it?" she asked, sliding up next to him and laying her head on his shoulder.

He can't help but chuckle a little. "Well....Fighting crime...But sometimes not all laws are just laws."

He shakes his head a bit as he eyes the woman. "I find myself...going against the law half the time." At least lately he did.

"Well doesn't that sound like fun?" she near purred. "So, my most handsome friend, shall we pursue the law or the con?"

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