Stopping the Robebery

"Ahh... Nothing like a good heist," Roman thought as he led Junior's goons. This store sell lots of equipment that he would like to use in his trouble times. The security wasn't tight so no one would be here to stop him. No police. No huntsman. And no certain Red.

"Ok boys, put the stash at the-"

"Your reign ends here Torchwick!"

A voice interrupted him. Roman turned around to see a familiar person rushing towards him.

"Well speak of the devil." Roman grinned as he turn to face the young huntresses, "Ahem, well nice meeting you here red. Don't you think its high time for you to go to bed?"

"What? Its not even night time yet," Red replied with a confuse tone.

"Really, I thought it is a good time to put you into sleep!" Roman immediately raised his cane and shot out a few explosive blast.

Ruby manage to intercept them with her scythe.

"Not on my watch." She said as the girl advanced.

Roman turned towards Junior's goons, "Well, what are you waiting for, get her." He ordered. They complied, brandishing their own weapons and guns and mob rushed Ruby

Ruby dodged one of the blades and placed Crscent Rose blade's behind the goodn's knees. Pulling the trigger, she tripped the goon as knocked himself on the floor.

Using the momentum, she struck another goon that tried to backstabbed her and then dodge the a bullet. Ruby responded with a gunshot of her own.

It was pretty obvious from the view that a group of men was somehow outclassed by a young girl with an oversized gardening tool.

"You guys are truly worth every Lien I spent," Roman though mockingly. Not wanting to have a possible drag out fight and have the cops com in, the thief made a tactical retreat.

Meanwhile, the would be huntress had made short work of thr goons.

"And done," Ruby said, knocking out the last goon.

She admired her work a bit only to noticed that Torchwick was bolting off.

"You ain't getting away Roman Torchwick!" Ruby yelled, as she leapt towards him.

"On the contrary red, it is you who won't get away." Roman does his one-liner as he prepared his cane to shoot the little Red.