The capture of BPA finest, Superintendant Hone. Now in Chains! Again...

[Hone]

It was a good thing he did.

The Madman, evidently scenting an opportunity for blood, had turned as soon as the Voice stopped speaking, and was in a snorting charge towards the Superintendent. With a yell Hone Slapped out his right hand, catching the man in the face, and leaping aside out of his attempted bear-hug. Madman crashed into the wall behind him, but simply used it to propel himself fowards even faster towards Hone. Backpedaling furiously, Hone fended the man's constant assault aside with a series of deflecting slaps to the arms, a strategy that earned jeers and Catcalls from the watching Mollys:

"AYE FEKIN GIRLS BLOUSE!" One called down,

"Call that fightin?!" A woman laughed, "You look like my wee ones!"

A chorus of laughs followed that statement, and a few mollys started to throw things, mostly old food and bottles, which Hone was glad to see were thankfully empty, and not Molotov cocktails! However they were not the only combatants in the ring, as Hone parried another punch, he collided with the back of another fight, coming up short and allowing his opponent to charge him, barreling both the Policeman, and whoever he had hit, to the ground.

Rolling over the steel floor, grappling with his enemy, Hone thought he was done, the Man's strength was terrifying! Hone jabbed the mans eyes with his fingers, and slammed his elbow into his nose, but it was no good, Madman had his left hand in a lock, and was slowly bending it backwards behind him, despite Hone's best efforts to stop him. He even seemed to actually be pushing the elbow jammed into his nose, back with his FACE! A face that was contorted in a maniacal grin, as he bared his teeth.

'He means to bite me', Hone thought to himself. The Irony was not lost on him; As the Mollys who'd come to string him up had found, biting was a surprisingly effective strategy in any battle, not least because the enemy was seldom expecting it.

"heehhh, heeehhhh, heeeehhhhh" Wheezed Madman, now pressed closer than Hone had ever wanted to be with ANY man, "I bet you taste gooood, Pig!"

'Dear God' Hone suddenly realised; 'He doesnt want to just bite me, Madman means to EAT me!'

The man was a Cannibal.

Struggling with a new sense of desperation, Hone managed to lean and jam his elbow harder and harder into the other mans face,

Once,

Twice,

Three times he managed to bludgeon Madman back, working his elbow viciously, trying to find vulnerable points. But his left arm was on fire, and he was almost out of breath, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold him off for more than a few seconds.



It was enough.



With an audible whooosh; a black booted foot swung down and smashed into the side of Madman's head, snapping it back at a terrifying speed, so that it seemed to leave his body behind, before the rest of him catapulted after it, and he tumbled across the metal floor. The man who'd done it Leapt over Hone without even glancing down at him, landed, and kept running at Madman in one seamless movement, as Hone rolled, choking, to his feet.

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