Alley Cats - Jack [Matthew] / Anatra [Marcel]

It's the weekend and despite my huge desire to spend every moment off with Kyanite I agreed to meet my friend at the local pub. The one we always go to and pretend we're old enough to drink. The one where the waitress is a friend of a friend and will pour us a beer or two.

I'm in a good mood as I walk down the street, hands in my pockets and generally content with myself and the world.
I round a corner and then take the small street line on either side with trash cans that leads to the back door of the pub. I'm not worried about bad guys hiding here as I'm quite confident in my abilities to defend myself.

Just as I catch a glimpse of the corner of the pub with it's sign above the door I also spot something else....two guys going at it just around the corner. From here I can only see their shadows move but I can tell one of them is on the ground and the other one kicking at him.

It's none of my business, I know. Yet the little bit of peace keeper that has been installed in me and the big old career that's been waiting for a come back tell me to go and have a look. So I do.
With my hands still in my pockets I approach the fighting pair and whistle at them through my teeth.

"Hey, any of you have a lighter? I think I lost mine." I pad myself down for show while approaching the one who's standing.
Without warning I grab him by his jacket and run him head first into one of those large metal trash containers.
"It might be somewhere in that garbage. Why don't you have a look?"
There's a whicked grin playing on my lips.

Briefly I cast a glance at the guy on the ground to see whether he'll get back to his feet and somewhere behind that bloody smear I recognise a familiar face....Alex, which makes me raise a brow in astonishment.

I fully expect a quick elbow back at me or at least for him knock his head back at my face but no. He just turns around and glares at me. Guess I surprised him a little.

This guy must be awefully in controll of his feelings because I know I wouldn't let some stranger run me into a garbage can and then walk away with such clever words as. "Well shit. He's got a guard dog."
Funny how he's calling me a dog just like Max did before...what is it witrh that? Do I look like a dog. I press my lips together still smiling a little and roll my neck.
"Back off and let me finish my painting, will you?"
I can't beleive he's really asking me to stand back. Maybe I will...after all I'm not on Alex' favourite list. He's challenged me before, told me he was top dog...doesn't look like it now.

I raise my brows at the guy with a head shake.
"Really? Your paining...are you an artists or something?" My tone is clearly mocking but out of the corner of my eye I"m already looking for things I could utilize as weapon.

"What don't you pick on someone your own size, Davinci?"
I raise my hands palms up to show him I mean business....heck it feels good to ruffle some feathers after being on the right side of the law for so long. I feel like picking a fight today. Not necessarily for Alex sake, who is usually a guy who can take care of his own even though he looks like he's not in good shape right now, but for my own fun.

There's something about this guy...the way he looks at me with an icy cold stare, the way his hands swiftly move to his pocket before he openly shows me the knife in his hands to provoke me...that tells me he's done this before and not just once.
He's a professional...yeah what? Bad guy, career, criminal? Either one of them.
The knife in his hands doesn't worry me to much. It just tells me to watch out for it and knock it out of his hands as fast as I can.
The way he challenges me while there's still another guy who could help me does worry me though. He's either very full of himself or very good at what he does.
Maybe it would be a good time to retreat to a beer and leave Orca to his fate.
Maybe not, I'm just not the kind of guy to step away from a physical challenge because that's what I see it as.

There's a strange grin on his immaculate features before he looks at my hand and and asks. "Did she bite?"
"Huh?" I don't get what he means...she? Who, she? Obviously he's referring to the two fingers I almost lost during the pregames but can he really be that perceptive to see the line and slight discoloration of my skin of the severed limbs? He's got the eye of an eagle.
Suddenly I know that I've picked a dangerous opponent.
"Great eye." I comment.

Next to the trash I spot an abandoned chair, which I could grab in case I have to.
"How about you walk away now? I think you got your kick out of beating him down. It's time to get a move on." I advice him in a brief attempt to actually go and have a beer instead of a fight that might be more severe than what I signed up for.

I'm on my tip toes here, guard up. This guy is holding a knife and seems to be far too professional on his mission to beat down Alex, who's still winding like a snake on the ground. He must be badly hurt.
My request to back up is denied. "How about no?"
"You want the Orca, you earn the Orca." He sounds like it's all a game for him. Does he look familiar at all? Do I know him from somewhere? He must be roughly my age and our town isn't that huge. His face seems unfamiliar though. He's definetly not been part of the pregames. That doesn't mean he can"t be fierce. For a moment I wonder whether he recognises me from the many broadcasts?
"What's an Orca?" I play dumb. Then I motion for Alex.

"Him?"
"What do you want?" He sarcastically asks "You like him don't you? Disgusting."
"He's not my type!" I give a half hearted smirk but then let it drop from my lips as I step one step closer. Just far enough to be out of his reach.

"But I tell you something. I don't like you either. I don't know who the fuck you think you are waving your knife around and beating on some defenseless guy."
With that I grab the only thing I can find as a weapon. The chair. It's legs are pretty wobbly so it's easy to get one out by smashing it against the concrete beneath my feet.
"Last chance to get lost!" My eyes narrow. Now that I have a good piece of wood in my hand chances are a little more even.

"But that's just it, boy. You don't know me." He sounds like a gangster...but I hate it when people talk down to me like that and I've never been one to easily get intimidated, not even when I should be for my own good.

"Don't care to." I snarl at him.
He declares that Alex, who is slowly sitting up, wasn't defenseless. He must have been though. Alex is not a bad fighter and he's got a good set of muscles so why would he be down on the ground if he hadn't had some sort of disadvantage.
"You okay?" I briefly direct a question at him before returning my eyes on my opponent.
His eyes flicker to my new weapon for a moment. Then he raises his hands and eases the grip on the knife. Maybe I talked some sense into him...although I doubt it. He"s too full of himself to back away.
As predicted he swings his left hand at me so I jump back. What follow is a mere reaction to what he did. Once I'm at this point there's no walking away anymore. If somebody charges at me I'll fight. He had his chance to go.
Instinctively I kick at the hand that holds his knife to get rid of his weapon whle he tries to grab my stick from me.
As quickly as I can I twist it out of his grasp and aim the end at his shoulder so it's not so easy to duck underneath it. It connects with it, not very hard but enough to leave a bruise.

I can easily twist my stick out of this guys hands, a little too easy. He's very self assured judging by the grin on his face, even when I hit him with my stick on his right shoulder.

The knife is still in his hand so I keep focussed on it.

Instead of attacking me with his weapon he chooses to kick back aiming for my stomach. I can't completely get out of his way but step back a little and flex my abs so he won't see what I had for dinner, not now anyway.
Instantly I grab his foot while it's still close, hold it up and hammer the stick right on his knee. That should hurt.
With my foot I kick the one he's balancing on out underneath him and send him to the ground where he lays like the famous turtle on it's back while I aim my stick right at his face.
"I don't need to know who I'm fighting for. All I need to know is that he was on the ground and you were kicking him."

Sounds like the knight in shining armor. Anybody who knows me I'm far from that. The guy who gave a girl a broken nose in front of a store isn't a knight for sure...if any sort of knight than the feared one.

I have him on the ground now in the exact same position as he had Alex before. I didn't know who I'm helping but the fact that Alex has some beef with this guy makes it even more interesting.
"Yet here you are doing the same. Fucking idiot." He dares to risk a statement from down there. Cocky bastard.
The difference between me and him is that I'm in charge now but not kicking at him.
"That was easy!" I smirk down at him because he obviously underestimated me. Guess he hadn't seen me on TV and didn't know that I'm trained for this crap.
I tap him a little with my foot when Alex finally gets his act together and comes over, lip bleeding, cut on his forehead that is trickling blood down towards his eyebrows.
"What're you doing?" He tells me "You've just made things worse..."
I don't get him at all so I give him a confused look before looking back towards the guy on the ground.
"Why?" It sounds like they've got history, too...maybe like Ky and Jins?

Before he can answer I return my focus on the dark haired guy and nod at him.
"Ready to get out of here?" I move my stick away from him so he can get up.