Frozen Kitten (Legends Of Tomorrow/ Leonard Snart)

14: A Blood Bath

"Your tattoo." Rip called out as he watched the large man wander across the space of the room and scratch repeatedly at the side of his bearded face. "It stands for Казнь исправит меня, which in English, it translates to 'execution will reform me'."

"What brings you here, little man." The Russian questioned cautiously, his voice thick with accent and low in tone.

"The name is Rip; I hear that you are familiar with the Koshmar Gulag."

"We need to break into that prison." Called Snart from behind, rather matter of factly, sarcasm once again prominent despite the honesty of his words. "And can you make it fast, I despise the heat."

"A man by the name of Vandal Savage runs a secret operation out of it, uh, a prison within a prison if you will."

"I heave heard of this Savage." Concluded the prisoner as he stepped closer towards Rip. "He has no respect for my country's rich criminal traditions."

"So, you will help us?" Snart questioned, his legs now fully outstretched on the bench as he attempted to make himself comfortable.

"You men have no tattoos, and a man with no life story cannot be trusted." Stated the Russian, calling for his comrades quickly without removing direct eye contact off of Rip.

However, upon Sara's entry, the grunting and screams began to echo from the prison walls as men began to fall onto the ground. She thrust herself forwards, using her knee to slam directly into the unsuspecting male's back, who fell once more at the sudden impact. Sarah did not stop, she continued her onslaught, using her fists to punch the man squarely in the face, then proceeded to push him into the other Russian's face, before kicking the other in the gut.

"Don't all volunteer at once." She cooed mockingly.

"Igor and Andre seem to be a bit preoccupied." Rip jested, leaning back in his seat as he did so. "Now, about that Gulag?"

"No matter." The man stated, craning his neck to the left and right, allowing it to crack upon the strain. "In this life, a man must fight for himself."

"Perhaps you would like this one?" Questioned Rip who had turned in his seat to witness Snart leaned back nonchalantly against the prison wall.

"He's all yours." The thief grinned.

And without a second hesitation, Rip was body-slammed by the giant of a man which caused the time traveler to be catapulted across the room – his towel thankfully staying in place. The thinner man rolled out of the way as a fist came flying down towards his face, the Russian grunting as his hand came into contact with the hard concrete of the prison floor. Snart, however, refused to move. Rather, he sat back and watched Rip attempt to wiggle free from the prisoner's grasp, making no attempt to help his fellow crew member. With a roll of his eyes, he rose before moving across the room and shutting the door firmly. Within this time, Rip had finally scrambled his way from the ground, raising both fists as the brute before him.

"So, you like having Vandal Savage run his empire from your country?" Mocked Rip as he threw a fist forwards, only to be met with a punch to his own chest in response, sending the slender man backwards.

"As much as a pig enjoys being Christmas dinner." The Russian concluded, as he continued to assault Rip, hitting his square in the face. Rip spat out blood before falling back on the bench behind him.

"Help us! And we will destroy his entire operation." He promised the Russian, raising his knee and slamming it directly into the man's chest with all the force the time traveler could muster.

Snart still remained at the back of the room, passively watching the door as the two men continued to punch and assault one another – refusing to intervene until Sara knocked at the glass window of the door. To which Snart opened to allow her inside.