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There are a lot of ways one can do to get rid of unwanted pests, with one of them being a strong, mind-blowing, nose crushing kick to the face.
The guy lands on his back, broken nose steadily streaming thick, red liquid as you come down from adrenaline high, getting your breath in check. You haven't exerted that much energy in a while, and it feels good to let off some steam, albeit in an unnatural way. Though, they are asking for it, if the open window and its broken hinges are anything to go by.
The guy's partner stares at his unconscious friend from his position at said window, knees already buckling under him even though he does try to keep that angry facade up. But you don't care; if these sons of a poor excuse of a bitch want to mess with you, they should know better than to try to aggravate a strange new resident on their first day in town.
"You—" the guy whips his head to know, now fully fuming; his partner is still groaning on the floor, partially out of his head. "You fucking bitch!"
You grimace, eyes squinting as he prepares himself to attack. "Well, what should I do? He WAS in the way," you say, bringing your hands up in fists, already getting ready for an oncoming brawl. "And neighbors don't welcome new friends from the window on the second floor, if you don't know."
"You hit my brother!"
Oh, so that scrawny, thug-like dude is his sibling. Great. "And you care about that, why?" you say in exasperation, already wanting the day to end. "He tried to touch me if you can't see—"
"I'm going to crush you!"
You roll your eyes. This is turning into some kind of cheap ass gangsta soap operas you often see on television. Predictable.
"Come and get me, then."
The guy howls something like a battle cry and lunges forward, fist already aiming for your head. You duck, then swipe a foot under his leg to topple him to the floor like you did his brother before; he goes down on his back like a sack of potatoes, but you know if you don't punch sense into him, he'll do that to you first. So you quickly kick him at his side to turn him over, then pull at one of his arms and lock it on his back in a tight grip, with your knee rendering him immobilized on the spine.
Already on your first day in Ergastulum and you got assaulted by two boys pretending to be thugs. How nice.
The guy lands on his back, broken nose steadily streaming thick, red liquid as you come down from adrenaline high, getting your breath in check. You haven't exerted that much energy in a while, and it feels good to let off some steam, albeit in an unnatural way. Though, they are asking for it, if the open window and its broken hinges are anything to go by.
The guy's partner stares at his unconscious friend from his position at said window, knees already buckling under him even though he does try to keep that angry facade up. But you don't care; if these sons of a poor excuse of a bitch want to mess with you, they should know better than to try to aggravate a strange new resident on their first day in town.
"You—" the guy whips his head to know, now fully fuming; his partner is still groaning on the floor, partially out of his head. "You fucking bitch!"
You grimace, eyes squinting as he prepares himself to attack. "Well, what should I do? He WAS in the way," you say, bringing your hands up in fists, already getting ready for an oncoming brawl. "And neighbors don't welcome new friends from the window on the second floor, if you don't know."
"You hit my brother!"
Oh, so that scrawny, thug-like dude is his sibling. Great. "And you care about that, why?" you say in exasperation, already wanting the day to end. "He tried to touch me if you can't see—"
"I'm going to crush you!"
You roll your eyes. This is turning into some kind of cheap ass gangsta soap operas you often see on television. Predictable.
"Come and get me, then."
The guy howls something like a battle cry and lunges forward, fist already aiming for your head. You duck, then swipe a foot under his leg to topple him to the floor like you did his brother before; he goes down on his back like a sack of potatoes, but you know if you don't punch sense into him, he'll do that to you first. So you quickly kick him at his side to turn him over, then pull at one of his arms and lock it on his back in a tight grip, with your knee rendering him immobilized on the spine.
Already on your first day in Ergastulum and you got assaulted by two boys pretending to be thugs. How nice.
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So I know I said I'm on hiatus and almost quitting, but I've been trying to improve over the past few days. Let me know what you think.
Also blame Gangsta for this sudden flow of idea. Nicolas and Worick are too hot to ignore.
Also blame Gangsta for this sudden flow of idea. Nicolas and Worick are too hot to ignore.
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Glad to know you're still writing. As for the fic, the flow is good. Since this is action centered it's nice how I can imagine it clearly since some action fic just form gibberish and I can't understand what's happening, but the way you write is nice, clear and understandable.