Tusslin' [Blitz! Jack]

I killed a man today.
Blankly I stare at the dark street that lays ahead of me only framed by a few street lights and the odd house on either side.
The bench I sit on is hard and the air has become cold but I'm too numb to care.
The strangest part about it is not that Jins finally found an end after trying to single handedly kill my girl friend, friend, former trainer and me, but that Kyanite kicked me out of the room during one of the happiest and crazist moments of my life. I've seen our baby on the screen but I didn't react to the news that she's a girl in the way she wanted me to.

I'm still hurt by her words, how she pushed me away but at the same time I want to run back to her and mend things between us. I just want to hold her but she won't let me. Maybe I'm not trying hard enough to convince her but I'm not good with words or girls feelings, never have been, so I sit here alone.

The night is falling but I can't sleep. I'm too wound up. What can I do?

Not too muchlater I find myself wandering the streets alone until I find the right place for me. The underground fights. Nothing could catch my attention better and nothing would allow me to let out my resentment more than this.

I step down into the dirty old warehouse where tonights fights are happening and a crowd has gathered cheering the bare knuckle fighters on.
Already I know I want in on this, no matter if I'm worn out.

It doesn't take me long to single out one guy, who looks way too young and way too pretty to hang out here. For a second I stare at him. he looks vaguely familiar but I can't place him, so I approach the guy.
"hey, I know you from somewhere." My tone isn't friendly but almost aggressive.

His attention is mine despite the fighters lettig it all go behind him.
Something about thi guy is off. Maybe it's those pretty baby blues he's scanning mewith or the fact that he looks so young. He might not e much younger than me but he still looks green...like he just hetched. Maybe it's just me though being worn and weathered way too much for my age.
I'm littered with scars fro fights I shouldn't have seen yet: Physicallyand emotionally.

"Ya sure? I ain't from around here, ain't seen a lotta faces and I don't remember yours." His words make it clear what it is. He's definetly not from district 2.

"You should." I simply state and step closer-into his comfortzone, which doesn't mean much considering the crowd is squeezing eachother around the make shift ring.

"You sound like you're way too pretty for that ugly drawl of yours." I state indicating that he's been exposed. "What's low life from the outer districts doing here? Run away?"
There. I found my reason to mess with him. Even if he's not the one who's broken me into tiny little pieces today or made me second guess whether I'm a savior for my friends or and injust monster.

This guy is just a little too calm, alittle too relaxed and a little too unintimidated by my behavior. Obviously he has no clue who I am, not that I was in the pregames, not that I just got booted from the pk program and punished in the dc. Maybe that's a good thing. He might underestimate me.

For now he doesn't get riled up by my attitude like so many others would, especially in a place like this.

Unfortunately his lack of attitude aggrovates me.

He claims he's not a run away. "No, whats it to you, anyhow? I ain't lookin' for trouble."

"You might not be looking for it...but I'm telling you, you found it."
Usually I'm a little more subtle about my intentions.

"You have two options, pretty, either I'll turn you in as a runaway or you show me whether those tiny muscles can do some damage in the ring." I poke his chest with my finger and a rather aggressive snarl.

Right now I don't give a damn what he'll think of me. I somehow need to get rid of all that built up tension Jins and Ky left behind.

With a swift motion I grab him by his shirt and raise his arm for him. "We have a volunteer here for the next fight."

A few heads turn and only a second later cheers erupt.

Like so many times before my temper had gotten me into a situation where a fight seemed inevitable. Today I was even looking for one. Somewhere deep inside I felt pretty disgusted with myself forending somebody's life. The right way to go about this would probably show remorse and do something good. It wasn't y way though. When have I been know to make sensible decisions. i had no idea to handle all this guilt that I was feeling and trying to tell myself I did the rigt thing. maybe I needed to do something that was clearly wrong. Like forcing a peacful bystander into an illegal underground fight.

He wants to object at first but then gives in and walks the rest of the way to the makes shift ring by himself.

"A'ight, if that's how it's gotta be."
His sleeves are up.

Once both of the bloodied, limping previous contestants have left I follow him into the middle of the ring. For a moment I contemplate rolling my sleeves up, too, because I can't really show my back to anybody. I'm embarassed to do so. I've been in many fights but most of them were legal. Barely ever have I strayed from the right side of the law. Nobody will believe that now.

To heck with it, who cares what they think. maybe I should show them the guy I became today by pulling that trigger.

With a grim expression I grab the bottom of my shrt to pull it over my head in one swift move. It lands on the grimy floor next to me leaving the scar from the dagger on my chest and the multitude of whipping lines on my back exposed and open to the imagination of the roaring bystanders.

Judging by their loud screams they've chosen their favourite already. I can even hear my name being shouted just before the lower district kid kicks my femur so hard that I want to scream before I even got a hit in.

"Game on." I growl at him rolling my shoulders and raising my fists. I'm fucking pissed withing the matter of a split second.

The screams ofthe crowd are egging me on so much! One, two three measures steps, bam!
I lay all my anger into this one first blow. My knuckles connect with his nose so hard that it has no other option but give way.

the crowds screams even louder. Crazy bunch!

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5182 -- Broken Nose -- 5.5 damage
(Unarmed)

My damage 4

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The satisfaction I get from the crack of his nose and the blood pouring over his lips and chin can only be described as animalistic. I even let out a mean laugh from somewhere deep down in my chest. I cheer myself on. I feel bad in a very good way if that makes any sense.

His swing isn't even close to my face so I barely duck before I use both of my hand to put the blonde on his ass with a hard push.
Then I look down at him and tap him with my boot that had already kicked Jins knee to pieces today.

"Done already, pretty? Actually, you're not that pretty anymore."
There's no laughter behind my mocking. I'm so sour and hurt that this poor kid can only be pettied.

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5098 -- Thrown to Ground -- 0.5 damage
(Unarmed)

my damage 4


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Now I actually laugh because he misses again. Apparently his first shot to my femur was a lucky hit. I’ve chosen the right opponent. He’s a weakling who doesn’t know how to handle pain.
Cow shit maybe, but not a good fight.

To my surprise he's back on his feet with a nice jump and grabs my hand just to twist it behind my back into an arm bar. I knwo this move inside out because I had to do it probably a hundred times at the academybut I didn't expect him to do it.
So I feel my right hand crack under his hard grip sending some pain into my wrist. Nothing I can handle though, if only he'd let go instead of making stupid remarks.
"I've wrassled cattle more on'ry than you."
"Which language was that?" I growl at him while I knock my head backwards to make him loosen his grip but miss him.

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5023 -- miss
My damage 6200+5000

My head butts nothing but stale factory hall air. No connection with his skull or nose, which also means he's not easing his grip on my hand and from what I've learned at the academy, there's no way to twist it out of his grip without breaking it myself.

Apparently I don't have to worry about that because he does it for me. Or so it seems.
He's got a vice grip on my hand behind my back and twist it so fast and far that I virtually feel something give. Not even a second later pain shoots all the way to my elbow that's so intense that my knees buckle. No matter how angry I am and full of resentment and pride, this has me screaming. I muffle my loud voice, that's even audible over the booing of the audience, with my own shoulder.

Useless. That's all my right hand is now and I'm right handed. Fuck. That's not how I wanted this to play out. Where did this little hick learn these moves?

"Give it up. I don' wanna break yer wrist, but I will if I hafta."
"You already did." I spit at him, face red with anger.

With pain contorted face I drop to my left knee to somehow evade his grip willing him to let go of my throbbing hand by knocking my left elbow towards him. Just my luck- it actually hammers him right in the jaw.

His hand loosens up on my right one and allows me to slip away. Despite all pain I jump to my feet to take in the damage I've done. I can so easily project all my hate on this guy. It's almost too easy.

While he's figuring out whether he's still got all his teeth and the crowd keeps shouting higher and higher bids, I cast a quick glance at my right hand, which has become completely useless.
The men around us don't seem to be aware though.



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5046 -- Broken Jaw -- 7.0 damage
(Unarmed)

My damage 12

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