Sean Renaud
The West Coast Pop
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"That's music to my ears." Ben replied. This was part of the situation that he was gifted at. He barely glanced at the dial on the Omnitrix before slapping it and diving into the skylight. He was in freefall when the device took hold of him, this time changing him into a humanoid tiger.
His impact sent cracks spiderwebbing out through the concrete. Two men lifted their guns and too aim but Ben was already on them knocking one over with a wild clothesline, the other he grabbed the gun from and crumpled it. "Let Rath tell you something right now, the last thing you want to do is get Rath angry!" The man took the opportunity strike Ben while he was monologing. It went the only way a five foot ten, two hundred or so pound average Joe could hope for against over six feet and three hundred pounds of inhuman muscle. The fact that Ben/Rath's jaw had shifted an entire six inches to one side was a gift. With a deliberate slowness Rath's head turned back and he grabbed the man by the collar lifting him up overhead and fell back splintering a table with the man's body.
"Rath has one question! Who's next!?" The other goons didn't seem to be in any rush to be first to test him out so he just started stalking forward. A few of them managed to fire their guns despite their panic. The bullets did hurt, it would take a really lucky shot to injure him but he did feel them. The thing was Rath enjoyed the stinging sensation. Just like a professional wrestler every time a blow bounced off his thick hide he turned his head sharply and pointed and that was the next man to fall. Tackle. Body Slam. Arm Drag. Penguin didn't seem to have a shortage of things to throw at him.
His impact sent cracks spiderwebbing out through the concrete. Two men lifted their guns and too aim but Ben was already on them knocking one over with a wild clothesline, the other he grabbed the gun from and crumpled it. "Let Rath tell you something right now, the last thing you want to do is get Rath angry!" The man took the opportunity strike Ben while he was monologing. It went the only way a five foot ten, two hundred or so pound average Joe could hope for against over six feet and three hundred pounds of inhuman muscle. The fact that Ben/Rath's jaw had shifted an entire six inches to one side was a gift. With a deliberate slowness Rath's head turned back and he grabbed the man by the collar lifting him up overhead and fell back splintering a table with the man's body.
"Rath has one question! Who's next!?" The other goons didn't seem to be in any rush to be first to test him out so he just started stalking forward. A few of them managed to fire their guns despite their panic. The bullets did hurt, it would take a really lucky shot to injure him but he did feel them. The thing was Rath enjoyed the stinging sensation. Just like a professional wrestler every time a blow bounced off his thick hide he turned his head sharply and pointed and that was the next man to fall. Tackle. Body Slam. Arm Drag. Penguin didn't seem to have a shortage of things to throw at him.