|Fire flared up in the darkness of the city as Dred walked the streets, red star on the arm of his military jacket, illuminating the silent streets. A knife, expertly thrown, soared through the air aimed directly at Dred's head. Turning, Dred leaped out of the way and sent a stream of fire screaming in the direction of his attacker.|
The thug's eyes, illuminated by the flames, widened as the blast struck him head on, burning through his clothes and melting at his flesh. Screeching down the street, the thug turned to look back at Dred, only to find that the man had vanished. Rolling on the ground to put out the flames, the thug sat up panting and holding his shoulder, when an arm shot from the darkness and wrapped around the thug's throat. Dred hissed into the thug's ear. "Try that on me or anyone else again, and you'll wind up with a motherfuckin' rattlesnake in your bed," he snarled. "And trust me: I will hunt you down." Dred tossed his attacker away, sending the guy scrambling off into the shadows. A wicked grin crossed Dred's face.