Even Heros Have the Right to Bleed
Jul 22, 2014 21:54:27 GMT
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Post by Clancy Fuchs on Jul 22, 2014 21:54:27 GMT
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Clancy was on his way back home from his favorite pub. It was late at night: the time in which the riffraff of the streets crawled out. Only a few people dared chance these dangers: the drunks, shady figures, and the naïve. Clancy probably fell into the drunks and naïve category but he was not really bothered by the night dangers; He had nothing worth stealing and he could protect himself in a fight- mostlikely. As he rounded the corner a commotion at the end of the street caught his attention. Three men were crowded around something near a vacant building. Clancy was the only one on the street so when he spotted the odd situation in front of him a bad feeling settled in his gut. As he walked closer a whimper slipped through the human barricade in front of him, causing him to halt. The group of men snickered as the larger of the group stepped back, letting something in front of them fall to the ground, causing the men to laugh even more. "Come on precious, we ain't done nutin' to ya yet. Don' make too much sound, don't want no coppers snoopin' in out private business eh?"
Clancy was about ten feet away from the group but he was still able to see through the gap of people. A young woman was crumpled on the ground, the front of her dress messed up. She was gagged, tears streaming down her face. She frantically was trying to crawl away, which only seemed to entertain the group even more. Clancy was disgusted and enraged at once. Without thinking he ran forward and kicked one of the men in the back. The man coughed violently and hit the ground face first, allowing room for Clancy to jump into the group. "HEY LEAVE HER ALONE!!" he snarled, putting himself between the three men and the girl. "Oi, what ya think yer doin'?!" barked the leader, grabbing his wounded friends arm and yanking him roughly to his feet. Clancy turned quickly to help the frightened woman up. "Run! Now!" he frantically told her, pushing her towards the small gap. "What tha- after her-" Clancy did not let the man finish, punching the leader in the gut. The girl took this moment to frantically run away. Seeing their prey escape, the men turned back to the pink haired fellow with death in their eyes. "Yer really stupid ya know dat" the leader hissed, pulling back his fist to punch Clancy in the jaw. The hit was hard, causing the gunsmith to slam into the building behind him. Clancy spat blood, his lip already bleeding and his head spinning. Running forward he slammed into the man he originally kicked in the back with a yell. Since Clancy was small, his elbow collided with the mans gut full force, causing him to fall back, smashing his head into a post behind him, effectively knocking him out. One down, two to go. Clancy turned, ready to attack again but only to have his chest collide with a heavy boot. Gasping, the small man fell to the ground, allowing the second man to slash at him with something silver. A searing pain went through his arm, as Clancy looked up to see what happened. Apparently one of the had a knife. His arm had a long gash running down his arm, blood dripping steadily out. The two men edged towards him, enraged. "What ya say we gut 'im, eh Damson?" he short one growled. This was not good.
Clancy was on his way back home from his favorite pub. It was late at night: the time in which the riffraff of the streets crawled out. Only a few people dared chance these dangers: the drunks, shady figures, and the naïve. Clancy probably fell into the drunks and naïve category but he was not really bothered by the night dangers; He had nothing worth stealing and he could protect himself in a fight- mostlikely. As he rounded the corner a commotion at the end of the street caught his attention. Three men were crowded around something near a vacant building. Clancy was the only one on the street so when he spotted the odd situation in front of him a bad feeling settled in his gut. As he walked closer a whimper slipped through the human barricade in front of him, causing him to halt. The group of men snickered as the larger of the group stepped back, letting something in front of them fall to the ground, causing the men to laugh even more. "Come on precious, we ain't done nutin' to ya yet. Don' make too much sound, don't want no coppers snoopin' in out private business eh?"
Clancy was about ten feet away from the group but he was still able to see through the gap of people. A young woman was crumpled on the ground, the front of her dress messed up. She was gagged, tears streaming down her face. She frantically was trying to crawl away, which only seemed to entertain the group even more. Clancy was disgusted and enraged at once. Without thinking he ran forward and kicked one of the men in the back. The man coughed violently and hit the ground face first, allowing room for Clancy to jump into the group. "HEY LEAVE HER ALONE!!" he snarled, putting himself between the three men and the girl. "Oi, what ya think yer doin'?!" barked the leader, grabbing his wounded friends arm and yanking him roughly to his feet. Clancy turned quickly to help the frightened woman up. "Run! Now!" he frantically told her, pushing her towards the small gap. "What tha- after her-" Clancy did not let the man finish, punching the leader in the gut. The girl took this moment to frantically run away. Seeing their prey escape, the men turned back to the pink haired fellow with death in their eyes. "Yer really stupid ya know dat" the leader hissed, pulling back his fist to punch Clancy in the jaw. The hit was hard, causing the gunsmith to slam into the building behind him. Clancy spat blood, his lip already bleeding and his head spinning. Running forward he slammed into the man he originally kicked in the back with a yell. Since Clancy was small, his elbow collided with the mans gut full force, causing him to fall back, smashing his head into a post behind him, effectively knocking him out. One down, two to go. Clancy turned, ready to attack again but only to have his chest collide with a heavy boot. Gasping, the small man fell to the ground, allowing the second man to slash at him with something silver. A searing pain went through his arm, as Clancy looked up to see what happened. Apparently one of the had a knife. His arm had a long gash running down his arm, blood dripping steadily out. The two men edged towards him, enraged. "What ya say we gut 'im, eh Damson?" he short one growled. This was not good.