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Steve Claws drummed with his fingers on the police car’s roof; he was nervous.

While on patrol with his chief, Jack Knuckle, they’d received a call about an aggression happening in the parking lot of a disco. According to the phone call a young couple was being mugged by four attackers.
However once arrived at the scene of the crime they’d discovered that they had been preceded; apparently a biker lion passing nearby did not like the idea of four guys beating the crap of two people, especially if one of them was a young girl, and decided to take the matter in his own hand.
The result, quite unexpected was that the four attackers had been beaten to a pulp.

Steve wasn’t unhappy with the outgoing but he would have much more preferred to arrive with Jack BEFORE the whole thing happened … most of all because the lion that had taken care of the punks seemed to be a much more dangerous opponent that a whole pack of low-lives scumbags.
He was a stout and bulky fellow, so outraugesly packed with muscles that he could match even Jack Knuckles ‘s size that was certainly not a lightweight himself
The second reason that worried Steve was that if there was anything that Jack Knuckle couldn’t stand for, right below criminals, were loose cannons, self-made heroes, reckless renegades,… in other words, the kind of people that thought they could jump into action like some sort of cheap hero movie and solve everything.

“Now you listen here” was shouting Jack few inches from the biker’s lion face “I have to deal with a truckload of crap each goddamn day in this city and the last thing I want to have around this parts is some damn renegade hero to make things more complicated got it?!” He put a particular emphasis on the “renegade hero” line while at the same time poking the lion’s burly chest right in the middle with his finger.

“Look chief, I was only passing by ok? And call me whatever you want, but I can’t stand an unfair fight. Wanna prove you are a big man, then pick on someone of your size … or a bigger one for that matter, that’s what I always say!” growled the lion back at the tiger cop.
“And you better take your damn hand off RIGHT NOW!” He added, his voice fiercely growing more aggresive.

“Why, you think I’m scared of you, big guy?” answered back Jack, staring directly into the lion’s eyes
“Well, let me tell you something. I have taken whatever challenge this city offered me and if you think I’m afraid of facing some damn low-life hotshot you are wrong, yes sir wrong indeed!” Jack continued, keeping his hand in the same position and firmly pressing his own bulky frame against the lion’s.

Steve noticed the lion’s grinding his teeth and clenching his huge leather gloved fists; his arms were tense, bicep swollen with veins popping under the skin… things were not going well.
He calmly placed one hand of the order gun; he hoped that the threat of an armed officer would be enough to keep the lion at bay, if thing had to come to that… although for some reason he had an unusual feeling of uselessness in his actions, like if the gun would prove ineffective against the large feline.

“If you think you can come into my city and do this whole “lone hero” crap as you please…”
The lion’s anger was clearly building up; he was definitely coming close to a point of no return
“… then I’m going to kick your ass and let it cool off in a cell! And trust me, even the fact that you did a damn good job won’t help you!”

The lion, clearly ready to jump at the tiger’s thorat, was completely caught off guard by the last sentence … as was Steve.

“Huh? Say what now?” he asked, looking at the cop with a WTF look on his face
“You heard me.” Answered Jack with a seemingly cold attitude, crossing his bulky arms over his chest.
The lion stared at the tiger chief for a few moments then all of a sudden he burst into a heartily laugh.
“HAHAHAHA! Well, I’ll be damned! You almost got me there chief! You are not bad... for a cop!” he shouted, giving a pat on the shoulder of the tiger.

Steve could definitely notice that the “pat” was definitely more stronger than a “friendly” pat but on the other hand Jack could take it quite mainly

“Ok then, got the message and thanks for the compliment; are we fine then?” said the lion holding his hand out to Jack
“Yeah, but don’t get used to it” growled Jack back, taking the hand and sharing a strong (very strong actually) grip as they shook.
“And by the way I’m serious about the whole kick ass-cell thing if you must know!” he said, in a grumpy tone but with an underlying tone of amusement in his voice.
“Yeah, yeah, all right chief. I guess next time I’ll crack some skulls around here I’ll send you a letter ok?” The lion said, while moving to his motorbike, a Harley Davidson fat boy model, and jumping on with unexpected agility.
“Just don’t cause trouble and we’ll be fine, mister… by the way, you didn’t even gave us your ID!”
“My ID? Well’ you can call me H….” The last word was covered by the roar of the bike’s engine and the lion set off at maximum speed, bent tightly at a corner and disappeared from the sight.
Steve approached his chief that kept looking in the direction where the biker leaved with a strange look in his eyes, his hands placed on his hips.

“You know chief, you surprised me. I thought you and that were going into one heck of a wrestling match” Said Steve.
“Well, he did a good job in the end; he deserved a compliment… besides I have a feeling that that guy is not what he want us to think.”
“Huh, what do you mean chief?”
“Can’t tell exactly. I have seen lot of people during my job and this guy was different from the usual troublemaker biker… did you hear his name?” he inquired
“Well, chief, I may be wrong because of all the noise but I could swear he said .. Hercules”
“Hercules hehe… even his name is unusual!” Jack replied, shaking his head in disbelief.

The first time I drawn Jack Knuckle I had this idea of drawing him with Hercules the lion in some pic; and since I love to draw Hercules as a badass biker I had this whole scenario idea where Jack would have an argument with hercules because since Jack is a police chief I imagined him that he would be the kind of guy "going by the book", meaning that he wouldn't be happy of seeing someone acting like a vigilante in his city ... but still in the end he recognize that Hercules did a good job and compliments with him in a sort of gruff way

Enjoy and if you liked leave a comment too!

Jack Knuckle is copyright by jim55

Description
Steve Claws drummed with his fingers on the police car’s roof; he was nervous.

While on patrol with his chief, Jack Knuckle, they’d received a call about an aggression happening in the parking lot of a disco. According to the phone call a young couple was being mugged by four attackers.
However once arrived at the scene of the crime they’d discovered that they had been preceded; apparently a biker lion passing nearby did not like the idea of four guys beating the crap of two people, especially if one of them was a young girl, and decided to take the matter in his own hand.
The result, quite unexpected was that the four attackers had been beaten to a pulp.

Steve wasn’t unhappy with the outgoing but he would have much more preferred to arrive with Jack BEFORE the whole thing happened … most of all because the lion that had taken care of the punks seemed to be a much more dangerous opponent that a whole pack of low-lives scumbags.
He was a stout and bulky fellow, so outraugesly packed with muscles that he could match even Jack Knuckles ‘s size that was certainly not a lightweight himself
The second reason that worried Steve was that if there was anything that Jack Knuckle couldn’t stand for, right below criminals, were loose cannons, self-made heroes, reckless renegades,… in other words, the kind of people that thought they could jump into action like some sort of cheap hero movie and solve everything.

“Now you listen here” was shouting Jack few inches from the biker’s lion face “I have to deal with a truckload of crap each goddamn day in this city and the last thing I want to have around this parts is some damn renegade hero to make things more complicated got it?!” He put a particular emphasis on the “renegade hero” line while at the same time poking the lion’s burly chest right in the middle with his finger.

“Look chief, I was only passing by ok? And call me whatever you want, but I can’t stand an unfair fight. Wanna prove you are a big man, then pick on someone of your size … or a bigger one for that matter, that’s what I always say!” growled the lion back at the tiger cop.
“And you better take your damn hand off RIGHT NOW!” He added, his voice fiercely growing more aggresive.

“Why, you think I’m scared of you, big guy?” answered back Jack, staring directly into the lion’s eyes
“Well, let me tell you something. I have taken whatever challenge this city offered me and if you think I’m afraid of facing some damn low-life hotshot you are wrong, yes sir wrong indeed!” Jack continued, keeping his hand in the same position and firmly pressing his own bulky frame against the lion’s.

Steve noticed the lion’s grinding his teeth and clenching his huge leather gloved fists; his arms were tense, bicep swollen with veins popping under the skin… things were not going well.
He calmly placed one hand of the order gun; he hoped that the threat of an armed officer would be enough to keep the lion at bay, if thing had to come to that… although for some reason he had an unusual feeling of uselessness in his actions, like if the gun would prove ineffective against the large feline.

“If you think you can come into my city and do this whole “lone hero” crap as you please…”
The lion’s anger was clearly building up; he was definitely coming close to a point of no return
“… then I’m going to kick your ass and let it cool off in a cell! And trust me, even the fact that you did a damn good job won’t help you!”

The lion, clearly ready to jump at the tiger’s thorat, was completely caught off guard by the last sentence … as was Steve.

“Huh? Say what now?” he asked, looking at the cop with a WTF look on his face
“You heard me.” Answered Jack with a seemingly cold attitude, crossing his bulky arms over his chest.
The lion stared at the tiger chief for a few moments then all of a sudden he burst into a heartily laugh.
“HAHAHAHA! Well, I’ll be damned! You almost got me there chief! You are not bad... for a cop!” he shouted, giving a pat on the shoulder of the tiger.

Steve could definitely notice that the “pat” was definitely more stronger than a “friendly” pat but on the other hand Jack could take it quite mainly

“Ok then, got the message and thanks for the compliment; are we fine then?” said the lion holding his hand out to Jack
“Yeah, but don’t get used to it” growled Jack back, taking the hand and sharing a strong (very strong actually) grip as they shook.
“And by the way I’m serious about the whole kick ass-cell thing if you must know!” he said, in a grumpy tone but with an underlying tone of amusement in his voice.
“Yeah, yeah, all right chief. I guess next time I’ll crack some skulls around here I’ll send you a letter ok?” The lion said, while moving to his motorbike, a Harley Davidson fat boy model, and jumping on with unexpected agility.
“Just don’t cause trouble and we’ll be fine, mister… by the way, you didn’t even gave us your ID!”
“My ID? Well’ you can call me H….” The last word was covered by the roar of the bike’s engine and the lion set off at maximum speed, bent tightly at a corner and disappeared from the sight.
Steve approached his chief that kept looking in the direction where the biker leaved with a strange look in his eyes, his hands placed on his hips.

“You know chief, you surprised me. I thought you and that were going into one heck of a wrestling match” Said Steve.
“Well, he did a good job in the end; he deserved a compliment… besides I have a feeling that that guy is not what he want us to think.”
“Huh, what do you mean chief?”
“Can’t tell exactly. I have seen lot of people during my job and this guy was different from the usual troublemaker biker… did you hear his name?” he inquired
“Well, chief, I may be wrong because of all the noise but I could swear he said .. Hercules”
“Hercules hehe… even his name is unusual!” Jack replied, shaking his head in disbelief.

The first time I drawn Jack Knuckle I had this idea of drawing him with Hercules the lion in some pic; and since I love to draw Hercules as a badass biker I had this whole scenario idea where Jack would have an argument with hercules because since Jack is a police chief I imagined him that he would be the kind of guy "going by the book", meaning that he wouldn't be happy of seeing someone acting like a vigilante in his city ... but still in the end he recognize that Hercules did a good job and compliments with him in a sort of gruff way

Enjoy and if you liked leave a comment too!

Jack Knuckle is copyright by jim55