Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180404040922/@comment-26178112-20180410032629

The lack of reports would go on for an hour... Then one comes in.

"Panic on holland street: People evacuate nightclub!"

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Alexander, now inside one of the back areas of a nightclub, was approaching at least 15 frightened mafia guards... All armed with bats, planks, knives, various tools... All the gunners are already injured or worse. Yet strangely, they dont dare approach.

"Whats the matter? Afraid of a single kid?" Alex would mock them.

"Its no use, he's a super... A fucking super..."

"But that shit he was doing to Marcus and Joseph... Jesus chr-"

Within moments Alexander was charging, the hallway was filling up with stagnant air... He's been "Sparing" these goons, in his own sense... He didnt want to draw too much attention to himself by performing a massacre...

Regardless, a clud of insects starting to pile on behind him, desperate and afraid, a goon with a bat charges... This is all the incentive he needs to send the whole swarm down the hallway at the group, the lights are covered, its pitch black, but their horrified screams let him know every detail- They'll pass out after at least 200 quick, stinging bug bites each, he'd calculate in his head.