2 for the price of 1!
There was no way that tiger freak dodged the boot he'd given that big guy with the armor. He didn't do anything to dodge. In his mind, he got flattened underneath that big guy while loading those arrows, and took an express elevator trip down to hell. 2 almighty super freaks being out-done by a young kid, losers...
Vigilante escaped the scene and made it home unscathed. Those arrows the tiger loser fired off hit the big guy. Vigilante was left to ponder, at those speeds, couldn't the tiger loser have killed the big Fabio fruitcake with the armor? Arrows piercing him at such velocities would have surely run him through...
...Either way he didn't care, he'd won. He'd poked his nose somewhere it didn't belong, and they'd sent some of their lackeys to investigate. Some of the lower goons the big bosses send out to get their asses kicked; in wrestling they call them "Jobbers." They could send someone serious around sooner or later. It'd be best to hide out a while...lay off wearing the suit. Best to make some adjustments.
