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Amrenth's Day out - Trouble afoot
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Amrenth's Day out - Trouble afoot
The Birth of a Hero? Part 1
He glanced a back at the butcher's shop he left moments earlier with the abundance of meat cradled in his arms. Judging the noise, the three men were probably a bit rough on the poor butcher, maybe too rough.
The commotion increased as the crowd gathering near the shop's entrance grew larger. "This is terrible, they are at it again," a woman said. Amrenth wondered what she meant, precisely, until he overheard another person in the crowd. "They got free reign now, with the whole centennial. Law enforcement are spread thin, and they are taking advantage."
"Are you saying this isn't normal," Amrenth asked a bystander, tugging at the shirt. "So why isn't anyone doing anything about it?"
"Don't be silly," another onlooker said, "They are part of Red's gang,"
That sounded like cowardice, and Amrenth started to push through the audience, his size aiding him in the task. He peeked through the shop's window. He had to duck in an instant, for the butcher crashed through his own windoo, his limp body bouncing once before it skidded to a halt on the stone pavement. He suffered minor lacerations via the glass shattering on his impact, and the poor man could barely lift himself to his feet; he buckled through his legs when he was half-way to standing up. Two of the three thugs Amrenth had seen in the shop just moments before, casually exited from the shop's door, drawing gasps from the crowd which was backing away in cohesion.
Amrenth pushed through the audience, his size aiding him in the task. He peeked through the shop's window. He had to duck in an instant, for the butcher crashed through his own windoo, his limp body bouncing once before it skidded to a halt on the stone pavement. He suffered minor lacerations via the glass shattering on his impact, and the poor man could barely lift himself to his feet; he buckled through his legs when he was half-way to standing up. Two of the three thugs Amrenth had seen in the shop just moments before, casually exited from the shop's door, drawing gasps from the crowd which was backing away in cohesion.
"Look whaddya did, man. You pissed off Kui here. Just fork over the zen, will ya," he kicked the prone butcher hard in the ribs.
"That's enough," Amrenth said, "There's no such thing as money, he simply tricked you." He dropped the meat products he was carrying.
The crowd had backed away considerably, leaving Amrenth standing alone, a few feet from the assailants. His eyes quickly scanned the thug that delivered the kick, his body was lithe and lean, and he realised he would have to be careful of his speed. The second one was taller, with a buff body that match his length. His hair was tied in a long body-tail that fell across the length of his back. Amrenth definitely didn't want to get hit by him.
"Eh, wha was that? You still here, kid? Get your food and walk away," the lean one said
"Leave him alone, and I will."
The thug laughed uncontrollably, looking at his partner. "Eh Baumo, explain 'em what happens, will ya?"
Baumo had an intimidating step in his stride, as he slowly approached Amrenth who quickly assumed a fighting stance, keeping his tail wrapped around his waist. This merely drew hysterical laughter from both goons. "We're not gonna fight y--" before Baumo could finish, Amrenth had launched himself to deliver a flying kick into his gut.
His foot drilled deep into Baumo's stomach, forcing him to buckle over in agony. Amrenth, thinking it wasn't even his hardest kick, wondered how strong these two really were. His next move was to grab Baumo's long pony-tail. He clenched his hand firmly around the hair and yanked -- he yanked hard. As he had figured, Baumo moved his head violently. Amrenth rode the force of the movement, allowing himself to get closer to the lean one, delivering a stern kick to the thug's jaw who crashed into the wall.
"Why you lil'--" Baumo started, attempting to grab the saiyan child. Amrenth already released the ponytail, somersaulting three rotations before he landed on his feet, only to dash towards Baumo again. He launched a flurry of quick, straight punches to Baumo's mid-section. Baumo, in return, answered with a series of jabs forcing Amrenth on the defense. The punches crashed down hard and fast on the Saiyan, who avoided to take the brunt head on. Instead, he directed the thug's punches away from vulnerable areas of his body, deflecting Braumo's attack.
Whoa, people are strong here, Amrenth thought. He wanted to finish it quickly so he could help the poor butcher who was still on the floor. With a single foot he swept Braumo's leg to disrupt the brute's balance and jumped up, planting his knee under Braumo's skin who collapsed backwards on the floor, unconscious.
"Are you okay?" he asked the butcher, but the man was unresponsive except for a tortured groan.
The crowd erupted, cheering and applauding. Amrenth was caught off guard, and he felt colour sneaking unto his face. Were they cheering for him, he thought. Flustered, he rubbed the back of his head averting his eyes to the floor. A mistake: a quick and sudden energy blast blew Amrenth against a wall, leaving his imprint behind as he crashed to the floor.
"You got some nice moves on you boy, but you're messing with the wrong crew." the third thug announced as he stepped through the butcher store's broken window.
((OOC: I tend to use random NPCs for my personal stuff, hope that's okay. Anyone is free to join against the threat of gangs in South Capitol, and you can always incorporate your own NPCs as well.))
The commotion increased as the crowd gathering near the shop's entrance grew larger. "This is terrible, they are at it again," a woman said. Amrenth wondered what she meant, precisely, until he overheard another person in the crowd. "They got free reign now, with the whole centennial. Law enforcement are spread thin, and they are taking advantage."
"Are you saying this isn't normal," Amrenth asked a bystander, tugging at the shirt. "So why isn't anyone doing anything about it?"
"Don't be silly," another onlooker said, "They are part of Red's gang,"
That sounded like cowardice, and Amrenth started to push through the audience, his size aiding him in the task. He peeked through the shop's window. He had to duck in an instant, for the butcher crashed through his own windoo, his limp body bouncing once before it skidded to a halt on the stone pavement. He suffered minor lacerations via the glass shattering on his impact, and the poor man could barely lift himself to his feet; he buckled through his legs when he was half-way to standing up. Two of the three thugs Amrenth had seen in the shop just moments before, casually exited from the shop's door, drawing gasps from the crowd which was backing away in cohesion.
Amrenth pushed through the audience, his size aiding him in the task. He peeked through the shop's window. He had to duck in an instant, for the butcher crashed through his own windoo, his limp body bouncing once before it skidded to a halt on the stone pavement. He suffered minor lacerations via the glass shattering on his impact, and the poor man could barely lift himself to his feet; he buckled through his legs when he was half-way to standing up. Two of the three thugs Amrenth had seen in the shop just moments before, casually exited from the shop's door, drawing gasps from the crowd which was backing away in cohesion.
"Look whaddya did, man. You pissed off Kui here. Just fork over the zen, will ya," he kicked the prone butcher hard in the ribs.
"That's enough," Amrenth said, "There's no such thing as money, he simply tricked you." He dropped the meat products he was carrying.
The crowd had backed away considerably, leaving Amrenth standing alone, a few feet from the assailants. His eyes quickly scanned the thug that delivered the kick, his body was lithe and lean, and he realised he would have to be careful of his speed. The second one was taller, with a buff body that match his length. His hair was tied in a long body-tail that fell across the length of his back. Amrenth definitely didn't want to get hit by him.
"Eh, wha was that? You still here, kid? Get your food and walk away," the lean one said
"Leave him alone, and I will."
The thug laughed uncontrollably, looking at his partner. "Eh Baumo, explain 'em what happens, will ya?"
Baumo had an intimidating step in his stride, as he slowly approached Amrenth who quickly assumed a fighting stance, keeping his tail wrapped around his waist. This merely drew hysterical laughter from both goons. "We're not gonna fight y--" before Baumo could finish, Amrenth had launched himself to deliver a flying kick into his gut.
His foot drilled deep into Baumo's stomach, forcing him to buckle over in agony. Amrenth, thinking it wasn't even his hardest kick, wondered how strong these two really were. His next move was to grab Baumo's long pony-tail. He clenched his hand firmly around the hair and yanked -- he yanked hard. As he had figured, Baumo moved his head violently. Amrenth rode the force of the movement, allowing himself to get closer to the lean one, delivering a stern kick to the thug's jaw who crashed into the wall.
"Why you lil'--" Baumo started, attempting to grab the saiyan child. Amrenth already released the ponytail, somersaulting three rotations before he landed on his feet, only to dash towards Baumo again. He launched a flurry of quick, straight punches to Baumo's mid-section. Baumo, in return, answered with a series of jabs forcing Amrenth on the defense. The punches crashed down hard and fast on the Saiyan, who avoided to take the brunt head on. Instead, he directed the thug's punches away from vulnerable areas of his body, deflecting Braumo's attack.
Whoa, people are strong here, Amrenth thought. He wanted to finish it quickly so he could help the poor butcher who was still on the floor. With a single foot he swept Braumo's leg to disrupt the brute's balance and jumped up, planting his knee under Braumo's skin who collapsed backwards on the floor, unconscious.
"Are you okay?" he asked the butcher, but the man was unresponsive except for a tortured groan.
The crowd erupted, cheering and applauding. Amrenth was caught off guard, and he felt colour sneaking unto his face. Were they cheering for him, he thought. Flustered, he rubbed the back of his head averting his eyes to the floor. A mistake: a quick and sudden energy blast blew Amrenth against a wall, leaving his imprint behind as he crashed to the floor.
"You got some nice moves on you boy, but you're messing with the wrong crew." the third thug announced as he stepped through the butcher store's broken window.
((OOC: I tend to use random NPCs for my personal stuff, hope that's okay. Anyone is free to join against the threat of gangs in South Capitol, and you can always incorporate your own NPCs as well.))