Traveling The Omniverse With Overhaul's Quirk

Walking out of the ""Fergoon Hori's" with Wesley in tow our protagonist gave out a long suffering sigh. It wasn't easy dealing with one of Sinister's calibur without giving anything away. That man was menacing in every sense of the word. 

Thankfully Sinister had accepted his order. It would be done within a few days. Slower than the false overhaul would have liked, but acceptable as he didn't just ask for common cannon fodder but respectable henchmen. 

' Speaking of henchmen it seems one has found it within themselves to follow me. ' Thought the reincarnated soul as he glanced at the tops of the buildings around him. 

He had long sensed the presence of another following him as soon as he had left Fergoon Hori's. The man's killing intent was as clear as day for someone who was sėnsɨtɨvė towards the intent of others before he had inherited his current body. Combine that with the previous owners innate talent toward this area due to his time living in gotham, and despite the pursuer hiding his intent well behind a veil it was as if he was next to our protagonist. 

Taking a glance at his first minion it seems that he wasn't the only one who noticed the would be ȧssassin judging by the serious look Wesley had on his face. 

' While I no doubt could take care of him rather easily, I believe this will be a good way to test the abilities of my minion.' Thought our protagonist.

Stopping abruptly he gave a sideways nod at Wesley.

Wesley, understanding what his Boss wanted, ran off towards the building with the ȧssassin before scaling it with ease.

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{A/N I'm probably only going to describe my Oc's in this book. Other characters I'll input a picture}

Pic of victor Zaz.

Victor Zaz was a professional. One of, if not the, best ȧssassins in all of Gotham, and one the Don had personally commissioned countless times. His achievements in his line of work were near endless.

So you can understand his surprise at being found out by a man who, to his knowledge, never fought a day in his life. However that wasn't the most pressing matter. What was is the tall adonis of a man that acted as his target's bodyguard, a man who had just scaled the building he stood on within seconds. 

Victor nervously chuckled at the sight of Wesley. A person who in Victor eye's looked dangerously like Bane when he's not juiced up.

"Well, Well, Aren't you just a big strong  boy! How did little Brad manage to get you under his thumb?" Asked Victor in his usual creepy yet cheerful way.

This wasn't just a stalling tactic for him to figure a way out of the situation. Rather he was genuinely curious. Plus his Boss would probably send him after the supporter of the traitor. Meaning more fun for him. 

The most obvious answer would be Dr. Naniel, however this didn't look like his handy work. Victor has been around long enough to know what the goons the Doctor produced were like, and this wasn't his. 

Unfortunately it seemed  that this henchman wasn't in the mood to talk.

Victor had only a second to widen his eyes before Wesley reached his position in a moment, and landed a devastating blow to the stomach . The audible sound of ribs snapping in half reverberating on top of the roof. That wasn't all however as the punch also sent the Assassin flying a few feet backwards before slamming into a concrete wall of another building connected to this one with a loud clap.

It was only due to his years of battle experience and training that Zaz managed to stay conscious after that devastating blow. 

" Ow. Okay that hurt. You could have at least held back a little." Said Victor sarcastically as he quickly picked himself back up despite the pain he felt in his stomach and ċhėst. 

Only a practiced ȧssassin of Zaz's level could manage two bowie knives, with ease, sliding from under his sleeves into his hands. Then with a devastating swiftness Victor redirected the fist of Wesley before attempting to slash at the powerful man's neck.

Victor however had no choice but to backpedal to avoid a blow that would no doubt incapacitate or kill him. Courtesy of Wesley twisting himself at a nearly impossible angle and sending a kick directly toward the bald ȧssassins face.  

With his counter attack leaving Victor open, Wesley quickly slid under his guard and sent a jab at the man's abdomen ruthlessly destroying yet another rib. A grimace of pain flashed across Victor's face as he pivoted off of Wesley.

Looking at his state of being Victor mentally cringed. The broken ribs he could walk off, he'd been in worse conditions and came out victorious after all, however he could tell he was internally bleeding. 

He'd die in the next ten minutes if he kept fighting, an hour if he ran away.

 'Damn that man hits hard. Only two punches put me in critical condition.' Thought Victor with all his usual sarcasm gone.

He was going to die here if he didn't change the pace.

Thankfully he had just the thing to save his ȧss.