It was a night like any other winter night in the City of Brockton. The snow was falling gently, the wind was light almost non-existent as two vigilantes keep a silent watch together over their fair city.
Brockton used to be a nice city, it was once the "Shoe Capitol of the World". The City of Champions, as its downtrodden citizens called it. Brockton was the birthplace of boxing champions Rocky Marciano and Marvin Hagler. It seemed to everyone living in the towns adjacent to Brockton that fighting was all Brockton was good for.
Times change, no matter where you go, and times changed for the worst for the pathetic city of Brockton. Once, shoes were the biggest means of making money, now it was drugs and prostitution. The citizens had no relief from gang wars, because most of the city's police force was on the payroll of one major syndicate or another.
The citizens cried out for someone of something to make their city good again, their call was answered by two young people. The Knight Owl and Black Hawk.
The Knight Owl, was a strong and mysterious man, clad in a black cloak and a master of the Martial Arts discipline known as Ninjitsu. The only noticeable feature were his piercing sky blue eyes, cold and unforgiving. His weapon of choice was a retractable pole that he could shrink to the size of his palm and store in his cloak. The only thing deadlier than his skills with a bow staff, were his skills unarmed.
Black Hawk, a woman who would sooner kill you than look at you. Wearing tight leather that complimented her athletic form, and a black mask that shielded her face. Her long brown hair flowing freely behind her. She was as tough as nails, and her eyesight was top notch. She could make out the fine print on a contract from one hundred yards. She was faster than greased lightning, not someone you'd want to run into in a dark ally. Her weapon of choice were her own hands. Her fingers were tipped with razor sharp talons. Her costume was equipped with a set of wings that she could activate and glide gracefully through the sky simply by reaching behind her and gripping the handles. The Knight Owl had a similar device built into his cloak.
On this particular night, our two heroes had stationed themselves atop city hall, the tallest building in the city. From here, they could oversee the activity of every person or foul creature still awake within Brockton.
Suddenly, Black Hawk spotted a rather suspicious group of young gang members approaching a liquor store. Pointing it out to The Knight Owl the two leapt off the building and within moments, they were atop this liquor store.
The Knight Owl listened closely and heard shouting and the sounds of displays being knocked over. The Knight Owl, having heard enough jumped down ten feet in front of the entrance. Just as the thugs were running out of the store, they spotted him. One of them called out, "Hey Freak, get out of the way, we don't want to hurt nobody."
he Knight Owl didn't move. One of the thugs approached him, a young Hispanic boy, about the age of seventeen, "Hey homes, didn't you hear what I said? Get out of he..." The gang member didn't get to finish the sentence because The Knight Owl had chopped him in the neck with his hand, rendering him unconscious.
This left four gang members still standing, and they watched their comrade fall, then looked back up at The Knight Owl, and saw his cold blue eyes reflected in the light from the store. Suddenly, they all rushed him and in a flash The Knight Owl had his metal bow staff out.
Two of the gang members were suddenly hurled back into the wall, they looked up and saw a second shadowy figure standing before them.
It was obviously a female, "Man, let's get this bitch." Said one of the two gang members as he got up to rush her.
She swiftly dropped to the ground and kicked him square in the balls. The young man fell onto the snow-covered sidewalk like a ton of bricks. The second thug got up, pulled out a switchblade, and charged at her. Spinning herself around, Black Hawk kicked the knife out of his hand, then quickly recovered to do a high kick straight to his jaw. This man, also fell like a ton of bricks. Black Hawk turned around to see three unconscious piles of trash lying at The Knight Owl's feet.
The duo tied up the gang and disappeared into the night.
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