Kaiten: Ash
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xp_logsAngelo's night takes a turn for the violent, but it's all part of the plan.
He'd been counting on the guys not just dropping the almost-fight when he walked away, and he hadn't been disappointed. He'd only left in the interest of keeping trouble away from Silver, and he hadn't gone far. He was just passing an alley when they caught up, huddled against the freezing rain.
There were words exchanged, of course. There always were, in situations like this, and they always meant nothing, or nearly. Because it came to blows almost instantly, the first of the aggrieved patrons rushing him, spitting something about "fucking mutant greaser" and worse.
He just laughed, thoroughly in character as he dodged back, then forward to throw a punch of his own. "Is that the best you can do?"
One of his friends launched himself forward, into the fight, cursing. Angelo hadn't been shy about his commentary, back in Silver, about the 'wannabe' flatscans. These three had been just drunk and belligerent enough to fall for it.
Angelo himself was a lot less drunk than he'd been pretending, back in the club. All part of the act. "Come on then, flatscans", he jeered. "I'll take all three of you down at once."
They weren't trained fighters, by any stretch of the imagination. Neither was "Miguel", but even staying in character, Angelo was faster on his feet, better coordinated - and much more committed to making a point, with this. "Miguel" wasn't trained according to any school of combat, true. But that didn't mean he didn't know how. And he had advantages they didn't. A strip of skin to each of their faces effectively stopped them breathing, while he advanced on them to continue the assault.
It all happened very quickly at that point. One went down, then the other. The third, who had been hanging back until now, rushed Angelo from behind, light from the streetlight glinting brightly off a blade, even in the freezing rain.
His wrist twisted suddenly, seemingly of its own accord, even as Angelo started to turn in a reaction that would have been a second too late. The knife went flying, and the young man clutched at his wrist with a cry.
That had been unexpected, but he didn't show any visible reaction, except to grin ferally at the third young man, stalking forward. "Careless. I don't like people tryin' to stab me in the back."
The would-be backstabber blinked at him in shock and obvious pain - and then turned and ran, leaving his two friends sprawled and semi-conscious on the icy pavement.
"Coward too, huh?" was the only response, pitched deliberately loud enough for him to hear, then "Miguel" turned back to the other two. "You gonna be any more fun, then?"
No answer for a moment. One finally hauled himself to his feet, groaning, and pulled his friend up with him. Apparently discretion was the better part of valor. Neither even looked at Angelo as they stumbled away.
"Guess not", was the sneering response as he watched them go. Once they were safely out of range, he finally turned to look up at the rooftops.
The only thing that gave Nathan away was the glint of light off the psimitar. Otherwise, he was just a darker figure against the night, noticeable only when he moved.
#Someone's coming,# his voice murmured in Angelo's mind.
He turned, sharply but without obvious acknowledgment, pretending to have heard whoever it was.
It was a girl. The girl, as a matter of fact; the pretty blonde who'd been watching him with obvious interest back at Silver. He'd seen, out of the corner of his eye, her doing parlor tricks with what was obviously pyrokinesis. She looked only more interested in him now. Tickled, actually, as dark eyes moved from him, to his rapidly-retreating opponents, and then back again.
"I thought you might run into trouble," she said, with an accent that had a vaguely Southern edge to it. "Heard you and them, back in the club... seems you didn't need any of my help, though." Her grin was positively winsome.
"Ah, they were an easy takedown", he said with a grin. "Ran like girls when they were up against someone better than them."
"Typical humans," she said, tilting her head at him. "Angry and stupid, but cowardly when it comes right down to it..." Her smile broadened, and she raised a hand, snapping her fingers and producing a small fireball that burned brightly, even in the rain. "It's too bad, I think you and I could have had some fun."
"I think we could too", he said with a grin edging on wicked. "But hey, there's always next time. Name's Miguel."
"Ash." She looked around him, as if to make sure the three were still running. "You want to get out of here? Out of the rain?"
"Sounds good", he said with a nod. "I was just gonna head home, but if you've got somewhere better to go..."
"I may just."
He'd been counting on the guys not just dropping the almost-fight when he walked away, and he hadn't been disappointed. He'd only left in the interest of keeping trouble away from Silver, and he hadn't gone far. He was just passing an alley when they caught up, huddled against the freezing rain.
There were words exchanged, of course. There always were, in situations like this, and they always meant nothing, or nearly. Because it came to blows almost instantly, the first of the aggrieved patrons rushing him, spitting something about "fucking mutant greaser" and worse.
He just laughed, thoroughly in character as he dodged back, then forward to throw a punch of his own. "Is that the best you can do?"
One of his friends launched himself forward, into the fight, cursing. Angelo hadn't been shy about his commentary, back in Silver, about the 'wannabe' flatscans. These three had been just drunk and belligerent enough to fall for it.
Angelo himself was a lot less drunk than he'd been pretending, back in the club. All part of the act. "Come on then, flatscans", he jeered. "I'll take all three of you down at once."
They weren't trained fighters, by any stretch of the imagination. Neither was "Miguel", but even staying in character, Angelo was faster on his feet, better coordinated - and much more committed to making a point, with this. "Miguel" wasn't trained according to any school of combat, true. But that didn't mean he didn't know how. And he had advantages they didn't. A strip of skin to each of their faces effectively stopped them breathing, while he advanced on them to continue the assault.
It all happened very quickly at that point. One went down, then the other. The third, who had been hanging back until now, rushed Angelo from behind, light from the streetlight glinting brightly off a blade, even in the freezing rain.
His wrist twisted suddenly, seemingly of its own accord, even as Angelo started to turn in a reaction that would have been a second too late. The knife went flying, and the young man clutched at his wrist with a cry.
That had been unexpected, but he didn't show any visible reaction, except to grin ferally at the third young man, stalking forward. "Careless. I don't like people tryin' to stab me in the back."
The would-be backstabber blinked at him in shock and obvious pain - and then turned and ran, leaving his two friends sprawled and semi-conscious on the icy pavement.
"Coward too, huh?" was the only response, pitched deliberately loud enough for him to hear, then "Miguel" turned back to the other two. "You gonna be any more fun, then?"
No answer for a moment. One finally hauled himself to his feet, groaning, and pulled his friend up with him. Apparently discretion was the better part of valor. Neither even looked at Angelo as they stumbled away.
"Guess not", was the sneering response as he watched them go. Once they were safely out of range, he finally turned to look up at the rooftops.
The only thing that gave Nathan away was the glint of light off the psimitar. Otherwise, he was just a darker figure against the night, noticeable only when he moved.
#Someone's coming,# his voice murmured in Angelo's mind.
He turned, sharply but without obvious acknowledgment, pretending to have heard whoever it was.
It was a girl. The girl, as a matter of fact; the pretty blonde who'd been watching him with obvious interest back at Silver. He'd seen, out of the corner of his eye, her doing parlor tricks with what was obviously pyrokinesis. She looked only more interested in him now. Tickled, actually, as dark eyes moved from him, to his rapidly-retreating opponents, and then back again.
"I thought you might run into trouble," she said, with an accent that had a vaguely Southern edge to it. "Heard you and them, back in the club... seems you didn't need any of my help, though." Her grin was positively winsome.
"Ah, they were an easy takedown", he said with a grin. "Ran like girls when they were up against someone better than them."
"Typical humans," she said, tilting her head at him. "Angry and stupid, but cowardly when it comes right down to it..." Her smile broadened, and she raised a hand, snapping her fingers and producing a small fireball that burned brightly, even in the rain. "It's too bad, I think you and I could have had some fun."
"I think we could too", he said with a grin edging on wicked. "But hey, there's always next time. Name's Miguel."
"Ash." She looked around him, as if to make sure the three were still running. "You want to get out of here? Out of the rain?"
"Sounds good", he said with a nod. "I was just gonna head home, but if you've got somewhere better to go..."
"I may just."
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