"Halt, villains! This is not the ways of JUSTICE! Drop the purse, or prepare to pay the price!" Wielding twin handcannons, their black metal gleaming in the sun as the silver 'safeties' slide away from the muzzle, the Hero Valiant stands in the middle of a crowded street. Beside him is a woman, knocked to the ground by two ruffian-looking teenagers that are attempting to make off with her purse. Confident that someone will help the poor lady up, the Hero takes aim and can feel the tug of power as he prepares a shot. "You have one chance to end this peacefully! Drop the purse and I will let you away, but continue and I have no choice but to bring to JUSTICE!

    Some part of Karoze, the part not currently in control, grimaces. "Why did you all design this to be so obnoxious?" he asks, a pitch-dark chamber surrounding him. He can feel the presence of the rest of his 'companions' around him, but which would answer? A light flashes on in front of him, and standing within is a man not much older than Karoze, the number 15 emblazoned in black flame on his forehead. "I think I brought a nice energy to the role, if I say so myself," he says, "Energy that... got me killed earlier than most..." Karoze scoffs at this, then returns to trying to focus on what his 'other half' was doing. Oh, he was running now.

    "Dirty heathens!" he roars, launching into a sprint that is very nearly superhuman, guns held strangely still at his sides. As they round the nearest corner, the Hero Valiant is on them, and twin shots roar out into the street with all the ferocity of a high-caliber rifle. However, what fires from the Cannons is not a physical round, but a pair of blue streaks. Whatever they are, both thieves stop dead in their tracks before collapsing to the sidewalk. 'Karoze' slides the Cannons back into the holsters on the side of his armor, crossing his arms. "Let your slumber teach you a lesson. Crime doesn't pay, and neither does sleeping on the concrete." He grabs the purse, turning back and returning to the woman on the sidewalk. As she finally stands up, he hands the bag back to her with a brilliant smile. "Hurry home unacosted, miss, and know that no evil will stand before the Hero Valiant!" She gives him a puzzled look, but a small smile and shrug before he's gone, bursting into a full sprint to find a place to change back.

    "You need to keep searching for crime, boy," a voice echoes from the back of his head. In his mindscape, he sees another spot light up, a gruff-looking man of nearly eighty standing in the spot. On his head is the number 2. "Our power is for crimefighting, boy, and a city as large as this is always fulla ruffians and scum." Karoze shakes his head, forcing the light out with some effort clear in his features.

    As he finds an alley with a large dumpster to duck behind, he releases his hold on the Valiant powers, the armor and guns vanishing in a small flash of light. After a few moments of listening, Karoze steps out, white dress shirt wrinkled from the forced change. "Not today... I have finals coming up. So all of you just pipe down, got it?"