The cool breeze of autumn glided through the evening over Musutafu. One would expect to find young couples enjoying each others company or the occasional senior citizen with a lot of free time. Yet the area was slightly barren around a warehouse, and for good reason too: this was the base of the Burnt Oxes, one of many troublesome gangs in Japan. If it weren't for the fact that they only did petty thefts and their members scored 80 strong, this place would have long been brought down by the heros.
In front of the steel gate, an ox headed man was leaning on the door. To his left, two teens were messing around. The first, a boy with a Mohawk and way to many piercings, was standing in a gunslinger's stance, his hands forming finger pistols by his side.
"Pull!" The other teen, stood with his arms crossed, a third sprouting from his right shoulder that was holding a beer can. The can was tossed into the air at the Mohawked teen yelled out. And with a draw of his fingers, electricity arced through the air, lighting up the can and toasting the air.
"Oh yeah! That's another strike for thunderrrr dome!"
"Stop fooling around tam, thunder dome is a dumbass nickname."
"Your mom didn't think so."
"Shut up!"
The two bantered as the ox head sighed. 'These morons. If they weren't useful, I would have replaced them long ago.' He pulled out his radio for the routinely check in. "Quadrant 1, this is big bull, checking in. What's your status?"
The radio crackled before the response arcane through. " Big bull, this is Griller, area confirmed secure."
"Quadrant 2, status."
A feminine voice tuned in. " This is Whiplash, area is fine. Though not as much as you~"
" Keep it professional Whiplash. Quad 3, status check."
"Ayyy, boss man! Chillout here, saying areas coolin! Hehehe."
The boss ox pinched the bridge of his nose, steam blasting from his nostrils as the two teens nearby chuckle at the report so far.
" At least try to be serious Chillout. Quadrant four, status." The radio buzzes, but that is all it does.
The boss ox's brows furrow. "Quadrant 4, the report." Still radio silence. " Pen, quit screwing around!" The teens stop their shenanigans as they see their boss fuming.
"Griller! Get to Quadrant 4 and see what's going on!"
" Yes sir!" Boss ox heard the footsteps as Griller had set off. A few minutes later, Griller radioed back, his voice slightly rattled. "Boss! You gotta come see this for yourself!"
Boss Ox kept to his feet, grabbing the shotgun he keeps nearby. This trusty tool, though illegal in Japan, always got the job done in gang wars.
Thunderdome and tricargo follow behind, grim locks on their faces as well. The scene was horrible by the time they got to quadrant 4. There on the ground, beside plan equally grim Griller, was Pen, the interrogator of the gang. Now, he was just chunks crushed under multiple stones.
Grilled walked up and handed Boss Ox a note that seemed written in blood.
{ hey beefsteak! Your guy over here was bugging me, so like anyone would deal with a pest, I squashed him. I'm coming for you next! This is the boulders' block!
- Gammon, leader of Stone slammers}
Boss Ox shredded the paper as his eyes saw red. Those sto people's again! Ever since they reared up, they've done nothing but clown me down. This was MY turf first! Ox snatched the radio from his waist, crushing it in the process. "Griller, your radio!" The goon passed it to his boss, taking a step back as being near him when he was angry was never a good idea.
"All quadrants, this is Big Bull! Pepare to mobilize! We are ending these rock heads for good this time!"
Within 2 hours, the Burnt Oxes had flooded into the streets, weapons(and quirks) at the ready. From the other end, 20 individuals were marching forward, their weight thumping upon the ground, a war horn of heaviness. At the front, a stone golem of 3 meters towered over the rest, two green gem like eyes lit with anger.
Boss ox and and Gammon both stood before each other, their lackies behind waiting for the signal.
" Beefsteak! You dare killed my brother!?"
Ox paused at the info for only a moment. " what nonsense are you talking about!? If anything, I should be the one yelling at you for killing Pen!"
" I didn't even do that!? Good that he's dead though, cause you'll follow him to hell!"
"We'll see about that when I turn you into stone powder!"
Simultaneously, both leaders yelled out, "Attack!"
The gang war between The Burnt Oxes and The stone slammers had begun.