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He was tired, very tired. The bustling street noises were just barely keeping him awake and upright, but he shrugged the fatigue off and weaved in and out the crowds of people. He pulled down his hood and unzipped his cloak a few inches, he was clad in all black, aside from his orange v-neck underneath all of his armor and the cloak he wore. He sighed, nothing interesting going on, that was until he saw a man getting beat down upon in a alley by three much bigger men.
He pulled off his cloak and sleek chest plate,s dropping them by a overturned crate. The man cried out as he was kicked in the stomach, and then smacked as the thugs yelled at him for credits. He sighed and made sure his arms and legs were loosened up as he approached the first thug, placing his mitt of a hand in the thugs shoulder, and applying enough pressure to break a mason jar.
"How about, you three let this poor man go, and I'll pay ya, Huh? Sounds good to me,"
The thug turned and tried to pry his hand off, after that didn't work he swung at him. The thug gave a grunt of exertion as his fist came hurtling towards his face. The thug misjudged his new target, and that wasn't something that would end up good.
"Oh, I don't hear any music, but if you wanted to dance all you had to do was ask,"
He sidestepped the incoming punch, and in turn sent his own directly into the thugs jaw with a satisfying Crack! The thug was sent sprawling backwards, with no time to recover before another devastating left hook sent his head into the nearby dumpster. The other thugs came at him, but he was ready this time, after blocking the first punch, he jabbed at the other while sidestepping to the left and smashing their heads together.
"Well, I had fun, but I gotta run,"
As their bodies crumpled to the floor, he pulled up the bruised and bleeding man, putting his arm over his shoulder as they made their way back out onto the busy street. He set the man against the wall, as people stood and stared at him, he die just knock out three thugs, and in a matter of seconds at that too, he heard someone say that a medic was on their way, and another handing him rags and water.
"Okay, hold on sir, help is on the way, you'll be safe there,"
He wiped off some of the blood on the mans face as sirens grew closer, and the crowd just kept growing as well.
Damn... I gotta help him... Hell why can't I just be a normal person?
He pulled off his cloak and sleek chest plate,s dropping them by a overturned crate. The man cried out as he was kicked in the stomach, and then smacked as the thugs yelled at him for credits. He sighed and made sure his arms and legs were loosened up as he approached the first thug, placing his mitt of a hand in the thugs shoulder, and applying enough pressure to break a mason jar.
"How about, you three let this poor man go, and I'll pay ya, Huh? Sounds good to me,"
The thug turned and tried to pry his hand off, after that didn't work he swung at him. The thug gave a grunt of exertion as his fist came hurtling towards his face. The thug misjudged his new target, and that wasn't something that would end up good.
"Oh, I don't hear any music, but if you wanted to dance all you had to do was ask,"
He sidestepped the incoming punch, and in turn sent his own directly into the thugs jaw with a satisfying Crack! The thug was sent sprawling backwards, with no time to recover before another devastating left hook sent his head into the nearby dumpster. The other thugs came at him, but he was ready this time, after blocking the first punch, he jabbed at the other while sidestepping to the left and smashing their heads together.
"Well, I had fun, but I gotta run,"
As their bodies crumpled to the floor, he pulled up the bruised and bleeding man, putting his arm over his shoulder as they made their way back out onto the busy street. He set the man against the wall, as people stood and stared at him, he die just knock out three thugs, and in a matter of seconds at that too, he heard someone say that a medic was on their way, and another handing him rags and water.
"Okay, hold on sir, help is on the way, you'll be safe there,"
He wiped off some of the blood on the mans face as sirens grew closer, and the crowd just kept growing as well.