Shin-Man quickly left the bar and departed from the mattress-store front. As he did so, his phone beeped at him, telling him that the snazzy man had just sent him the locations of E.VLE’s operations.
Checking the map, he made his way through the city with as much speed as he could muster. His pounding feet took him to Warren’s Warehouses, which the snazzy man assured him was an E.VLE front.
He crept around the warehouse’s walls and quietly peered through a window.
Sure enough, uniformed men were moving crates around inside, huffing and puffing away. The uniforms they wore were gray and had red Es on the chests and backs.
Yes, these men were henchmen of E.VLE. And doubtlessly up to no good in this warehouse.
Shin-Man backed up from the window before hurling himself at it with a blindingly fast kick. The glass shattered and he sailed through, landing in the middle of the warehouse.
“Villains! Prepare for defeat!” He yelled, before charging into battle.
The moment he was through the window, the henchman pulled out guns, knives, and nightsticks. One had a taser and another had a fishing net. All wielded angry glares, promising pain to Shin-Man.
The once-retired hero didn’t care though, and burst into motion.
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His first kick landed squarely on the taser-wielder, knocking the henchman down onto another. He kicked again, foot blasting a different - but equally unlucky - henchman into a wall with a muted “oomph”.
At that moment, a gunman pointed his weapon at Shin-Man and fired. As fast as lightning, Shin-Man brought up his leg in a high kick, his calf deflecting the bullet that was headed for his chest with a ‘tink’ noise.
“Ha, bullets are no use against my INVINCIBLE SHINS!” He yelled.
The gun-wielder cursed upon realizing the futility of his weapon, and began firing wildly. Before many shots could go off though, Shin-Man closed the distance and kicked the henchman right in the solar-plexus, causing the man to crumple with a whimper.
Seeing four of their coworkers down for the count, the other three henchmen backed up in apprehension.
In desperation, one of them threw his fishing net onto Shin-Man, who was too surprised to dodge.
He became entangled in the net and started thrashing and kicking about. Encouraged, the henchman inched closer and closer, trying to avoid flailing legs. Once they were close enough, they began taking potshots at him with their batons. Most bounced off of his invincible shins, but a few landed, leaving ugly, purple welts on the former-hero, and causing him to cry out.
But after some scrambling, Shin-Man managed to get the net off of his bruised body and back into the fight. Two front kicks and a roundhouse later, the last three henchmen went down, groaning in pain.
Shin-Man then leaned down, hands on knees, and caught his breath. He hadn’t been in a fight in ages, and this had taken a lot out of him.
Once he’d caught his breath though, he looked up and surveyed the unconscious henchmen laying around him.
They might have had valuable information he could use. Valuable information which could lead him to the location of his sock.
An interrogation was in order.