R4 fights zoners

The sheer aura of violence radiating from the entire city got Saxton's fighter's blood boiling, he was ready to start throwing down and administering dope slaps and dick punches. He just needed to find his perfect match. Clearly, if he just started swinging his legs and arms as hard as he could in a crowded area, then he would eventually run into someone tough.

So he did. He leapt right into another dark alley, straight through a crowd of muscled roughnecks, and did what he did best. They didn't even know what hit them. People started flying through walls, dashed against rocks. Blood splashed. A foot flew through the air and nobody knew whose it was. Yes, this was Hale's truth. The fury, the whirlwind, the deathbringer! He didn't need a reason to fight, he just needed a strong opponent, away from that moralizing kid.

And immediately, things were different. This wasn't like G-CORP, Hale could actually feel those punches. This was beyond simple martial arts training. These were people forged in the heart of battle, people who could take Saxton's blows, people who could perform admirably against an Australian. Finally, he was alive, he was free, he was... he was...

God damn it, he was bored! This wasn't fun for him anymore! Something was wrong, something had infected him. It was that kid! That damn kid, his niceness had gotten him all mixed up, and now he couldn't enjoy picking a fight with a hundred guys at once. The day that Saxton Hale doesn't enjoy that is the day Hell freezes over, but clearly Hell had frozen because he was getting kicked in the kidneys and it was barely mustering a chuckle out of him.