The Alright Attorney
Previously AlrightAttorney
The sun beat down on the wasteland ground outside of City 36, formerly l known as Las Vegas, but that was long ago and long forgotten. The highway the ran high above the ground over the waste land was filled with traffic as usual. No matter where Issac traveled in the waste land it was like this. Dust started to kick up, a sand storm soon to happen sometime soon. The young man adjusted his goggles and cloak to cover his face comepletly. He gripped his staff tight. He felt like something was gonna happen. He learned to trust his gut during his time in the wasteland. Never get comfortable, thats when you're most likely to be attacked.
Sure enough, Issac heard some large thuds behind him, coming from the direction of the highway. "Hey! Asshole, turn around." A gruff voice called out to Issac, who did as told, facing them, his cloaked face hiding his expressions. There was man, wearing what looked to be a constuction mech. It was a heavy duty suit that workers used on constuction sites in the cities and highways. The man inside was wearing a constuction hat, and orange jumpsuit, but his most distingusing feature was how he was moving. Stumbling slowly and his face looked tired. The man was drunk. "Who the hell are you kid! My boss gave me a shit storm about some masked assholes stealing equipment from our work site and fired me right there! It was you wasn't it! Whats your name!" Spit flew everywhere as the man shouted. Issac could feel his rage.
"I'm no thief, I haven't been in a city since-" before Issac could finish speaking, the man cut in again. "I ASKED YOUR NAME IDIOT!" As his fist's curled so did the large mechanical fingers of the suit. "...My name is Hero." The man's anger turned to bewilderment, before settling on laughter, his drunk howling filling the wasteland. "Hero?! Seriously? You know if Carlito's men were here instead of me then your head would already be on a pike. Anyone who calls themselves that has a death wish." He spoke of the man incharge City 36, Carlito. He was one of Repeat's lower ranking goons.
"Well if you're not one of his men, does that mean you'll leave me alone?" Issac asked, wanting to get through this without having to fight. The man seemed to think for a moment, before chuckling again. "Nah, I'm still gonna beat the shit of you. I'm bored and you're still pissing me off." The large mech started to charge at Issac. Gripping his staff, he plunged it into the dirt below him. "C'mon c'mon..." He muttered out under his breath, eyeing the large mech that was quickly closing the distance between the two of them.
"Get ready for this!" Just before the large mechanical fist could contact Issac, he pulled out the staff, which now had a large chunk of rock attached on the end, making it appear like a mallet. As it was pulled out, Issac swung it at the suit, making contact and sending both it and it's pilot on their back.
They weren't moving, and Issac walked over. "Knocked out..." He muttered out, checking the man's pulse and breathing. With a few motions, Issac pulled the man out, and using his control over the wind, lifted man back up to the highway, leaving him on one of the many walkways. Finally, he took some pieces of the mech suit and pocket it, before taking some time to bury the rest. "Hmm, a radio..." He muttered, looking at his spoils. He attached it to his suit's wrist, trying to listen in for any signal. "Damn it...Can't get anything..." He muttered out. "Better keep it, might be useful." With that, Issac kept wandering, making his way towards the border of City 36.
Sure enough, Issac heard some large thuds behind him, coming from the direction of the highway. "Hey! Asshole, turn around." A gruff voice called out to Issac, who did as told, facing them, his cloaked face hiding his expressions. There was man, wearing what looked to be a constuction mech. It was a heavy duty suit that workers used on constuction sites in the cities and highways. The man inside was wearing a constuction hat, and orange jumpsuit, but his most distingusing feature was how he was moving. Stumbling slowly and his face looked tired. The man was drunk. "Who the hell are you kid! My boss gave me a shit storm about some masked assholes stealing equipment from our work site and fired me right there! It was you wasn't it! Whats your name!" Spit flew everywhere as the man shouted. Issac could feel his rage.
"I'm no thief, I haven't been in a city since-" before Issac could finish speaking, the man cut in again. "I ASKED YOUR NAME IDIOT!" As his fist's curled so did the large mechanical fingers of the suit. "...My name is Hero." The man's anger turned to bewilderment, before settling on laughter, his drunk howling filling the wasteland. "Hero?! Seriously? You know if Carlito's men were here instead of me then your head would already be on a pike. Anyone who calls themselves that has a death wish." He spoke of the man incharge City 36, Carlito. He was one of Repeat's lower ranking goons.
"Well if you're not one of his men, does that mean you'll leave me alone?" Issac asked, wanting to get through this without having to fight. The man seemed to think for a moment, before chuckling again. "Nah, I'm still gonna beat the shit of you. I'm bored and you're still pissing me off." The large mech started to charge at Issac. Gripping his staff, he plunged it into the dirt below him. "C'mon c'mon..." He muttered out under his breath, eyeing the large mech that was quickly closing the distance between the two of them.
"Get ready for this!" Just before the large mechanical fist could contact Issac, he pulled out the staff, which now had a large chunk of rock attached on the end, making it appear like a mallet. As it was pulled out, Issac swung it at the suit, making contact and sending both it and it's pilot on their back.
They weren't moving, and Issac walked over. "Knocked out..." He muttered out, checking the man's pulse and breathing. With a few motions, Issac pulled the man out, and using his control over the wind, lifted man back up to the highway, leaving him on one of the many walkways. Finally, he took some pieces of the mech suit and pocket it, before taking some time to bury the rest. "Hmm, a radio..." He muttered, looking at his spoils. He attached it to his suit's wrist, trying to listen in for any signal. "Damn it...Can't get anything..." He muttered out. "Better keep it, might be useful." With that, Issac kept wandering, making his way towards the border of City 36.