They told him to go to hell---
but he was already there.

THE DEVIL CUT LOOSE WITH
AN ASSAULT RIFLE....

  Bullets plowed into the outer wall on the right side of the doorway.  Instead of retreating into the shadows, Blade automatically did the unexpected, he stepped into the center of the street, trained the M60 on the dune buggy, and let them have it.  The big machine gun bucked in his arms as he poured a veritable hailstorm of lead into the grill, hood and driver.  A short swing to the left stitched the pattern of slugs into the other Devil, and the man screamed as his chest was transformed into a series of miniature crimson geysers.
  The driver slumped over the steering wheel and the dune buggy veered into a house on the right, smashing through the wall and coming to an abrupt rest as a portion of the roof collapses upon it.
  Blade whirled, and saw the first dune buggy returning for another attack....

GANG WAR

  Havoc instantly pivoted and executed the Kinteki-seashi-geri, kicking his right instep into the Brother's testicles.  The blow made Sheba grunt and drop to his knees.  Havoc whipped his left hand down, his index finger extended, delivering an Ippon-nukite strike to the temple, his bony finger the equivalent of a blackjack.
  Stunned, Sheba sagged, his hands holding his groin.
  "Hold this,"  Havoc said, and tossed the M.A.C. 10 to Jaguarundi, who deftly caught the weapon.
  "Hit the scumbag again!"  Gloria urged.
  Havoc reached down, gripped the Brother's chin, and snapped the man's head up so he could glare into Sheba's eyes.  "No more games, asshole.  I'm tired of being treated like a lightweight.  This is the Force you're dealing with, you stupid son of a bitch.  If you don't give me the answer I need, Jag here will do to you what he did to your friend."