Nothin' Quite Like a Beatdown (Open)

[dominique]

"Jeez, the hell's this guy made of?"

The sickening sound of flesh slamming against flesh was drowned out slightly by the dull ringing in his ears. The coppery smell of blood filled his nose as the red liquid dripped from the side of his face. His stomach ached painfully as another strike connected, but he neither made a sound nor relaxed the muscles in his abdomen. Darkness crept into the edges of his blurred vision as he glared at the one who was attacking him. He most likely had a mild concussion. Then there was his face which he could feel swelling up. And he couldn't even feel his gut anymore. But he was avoiding the worst of the damage. He was rolling with the strikes to the face and had kept them from breaking any ribs.

"You think you can just waltz into our turf and play hero, Asshole?"

The guy tried to loom over him and make himself feel in control of the situation. Dom knew of his kind. Something that crawled out the gutters with no morals or values and attacked others for his own amusement. He was angry with Dom because the Cajun had screwed up his attempt to corner a woman trying to get home. Turns out the bastard had a few buddies lying in wait. The plan went from corner and catch a defenseless girl to beat up the Dom for fun. Guess that's what he got for rushing to save a skirt without thinking.

Dom grinned and shifted a bit as he looked the man in the eye, but the two goons still held his arms tight behind his back. They got lucky and caught him off guard with a pipe. He was starting to slack. Both his mind and his body were starting to ease with all the traveling he'd been doing lately. Nothing like a beat down to make it apparent. Even with 'time' on his side Dom was still very much human. The pipe threw him off and gave them a longer window. Sure, Dom was a decent fighter, but it was kind of hard to do anything with the ground spinning.

"What can I say, mon amie? Always did like to play hero. Too bad I left my cape back home. If I'd a know I'd be needin' it-" His comment earned him another few hits cutting him off. The goons kept him from defending himself and using his powers, but Dom was just buying his time. Waiting for something to catch their attention or for them to let their guard down just a bit. One of him and five of them, two holding him and the other three taking their turns to see who could do the most damage. He could take them he just needed to get loose...

[Byakurai]

Off work, high and hyper coming up here, getting lost, meeting a cute Dingo. Who turned out to be actually a female mutant, then meeting a deaf girl at the Sea world, if he remembered correctly, who gave him her number. If there was any casinos around, this place could be and probably would be another Vegas.

He lets out a soft sigh as he drives aimlessly around for a hotel that he can stay in for a while. That he can actually afford to stay in, he drove by a huge school like complex, well it looked more like a mansion for many than an actual school. He couldn't tell but continued to move down to the more slum like area. A home away from home, pun intended. Nothing like the slums to make a feel at home, the young man subconiously gagged at the thought. No he was never rich but this kind of place always had thugs.

Then he saw some thing in the distance that reminded him of home. Men chasing a woman and cornering her. Then sees another guy running in, maybe to help? And indeed he was. A noble effort and possible friend. He parks his car several block away before running in to help the blonde man.

Instead of his usual self, waiting for the right time to strike he recklessly runs in and jumps kicks one goon multiple times to knock him out and goes to help the Cajun up. "You alright there buddy?" He said calmly, keeping a dark look on the other goons. "Looked like you were having some trouble. So I came to assist."

[dominique]

Dom was pretty out of it, but he was still aware enough to notice that one of the guys had hit the ground hard. In the moment of confusion he scraped his foot down the shin of one of the idiots holding him. Jerking his arm free of his grasp as the man yelp and went to hold his leg reflexively, he decked the other one holding him in the face before backing away. He didn't know who the hell this guy was, but the help was much appriciated. From the looks of it he knocked out the supposed 'leader' who had been talking trash to him moments ago.

The goons backed away from the two of them, trying to regain their wits. Dom took a few more unsteady steps back and wobbled. They got him pretty good. He noticed that the new guy that had bailed him out was near and slung an arm around the guys shoulder in what looked like a friendly gesture, but it was actually to keep his balance without giving away that he was pretty roughed up to the guys regaining their nerve. “Play along,” he mumbled under his breath.

“What took you so long man?” He said loud enough for the jerks to hear. “I was afraid I was going to have to kick theses guys' asses all by myself." They weren't running. Looks like there wasn't much of a choice in the matter. He really did hate violence too. He'd rather just do a quick time jump and get the hell out of here, but with his head still fuzzy he could barely stand let alone use his powers. He struggled to think fast. "Hope what ever you did to knock that guy out wasn't luck," he mutter under his breath to the person next to him.

He shook his head attempting to clear it and tried to laugh. It came out as a chuckle, but it still did the trick of making them hesitate. The goons were a bit unnerved and didn't move. Four of them since one of them was down for the count. "You take the two on the right..." he said taking his arm off of the newcomer and taking a stance. Every muscle in his body felt stiff and burned horribly from the movement, but he'd be damn if he let this guy have all the fun. Even though he didn't like fighting he still wanted to pay these bastards back for knocking him around.

[Byakurai]

As he helps the guy up, he hears him say something. 'Play along.' It sounded like. He was a bit confused at first on what to do. But as the other guy talked some more, it quickly came to place. He smirks a bit and gets into stance.

As much as he hated to fight. He was going to have to play along, for the guy's sake. "I can't just let you have all the fun now can I?" He said with a chuckle. He looks at the other guys rather darkly. "When it comes to fighting there is no luck only skill." He said hoping to freak the guys out.

When the other guy said to take the two on the right, he nodded quickly and charged with roundkicking the nearest guy the jumps spin sidekicks the other. He hoped this would make contact or he was going to be in quite the pickle.

[dominique]

Looks like this guy was up for kicking a bit more ass. He didn't even waste any time in charging in either. Dom owed the guy one for his help. The kicks he send hit hard, but the guys weren't down for good. They got up quickly one remembering he had a pipe and the other taking out a knive before advancing. Guess even thugs could take a hit and keep going. The guy was going to have to make sure they stayed down.

Dom took it a bit slower and stared down the two he was going to beat the crap out of. He wasn't near his best, but he was sure he could handle these two without too much trouble. His arms felt like they were made out of led, but he brought them up to cover his face anyway and set his feet beneath him. Every muscle tensed painfully before he rushed them.

Ducking under a sucker punch he drove his fist into one of the guy's jaw with a vicious straight. It was slow, sluggish, and normally it would have broken the jaw, but it was enough. The other got in a punch, but with all the punishment he'd taken already it was hardly felt though all the pain in his body.

More concerned about taking out one for good and making sure he didn't get up, Dom focused on doing as much damage as possible to the thug that was still stunned. With a spin and a swing of his elbow he put some distance between the nuisance that was trying to hit his blind spot and slammed the guy he was beating on in the nose. A gut punch that would have broken a rib if he were in better shape and an uppercut later and the thug was down for the count.

Dom turned to the other one, spitting out the blood that had collected in his mouth from that cheap shot. "C'mon..." He said tiredly, taunting the guy to attack.

[Byakurai]

It has been since he has been he as actually fought. And if he did fight it wouldn't of been so reckless to do this. But the guy looked in trouble so he had no choice. Or so he thought. His body was strained after the attack, a bit rusty from lack of practice. He had been only focused on missions, his job, reading and mastering his powers. In all honesty, he never thought about fighting hand to hand in a while. After this he makes a mental note of working out more often adding to his rountine lifestyle. He drifted into thought thinking he had taken care of the two in one blow.

He snaps back into reality only to be stabbed in the with the knife and hit on the shoulder with a pipe. These guys were dirty fighters. He uses his knee to dislocated the guys shoulder and elbow. He shoves the other guy away and falls to the ground. "Damn it...." He groaned keeping a calm look on his face. The young man slowly pulls out the knife and quickly rips a part his shirt and places it over the wound. "Shouldn't of let my guard down so quickly." He grumbles a bit, as he sweats from endure all the pain. He curses in japanese quietly, wiping the sweat away.

"What a chump. To think we were actually scared of a kid like this!"

Slowly he stands up getting into his stance. Keeping his eyes on the targets, ignoring their taunts for now, though big talk coming from a guy that used a weapon and acting all high and mighty over a guy was played. Without looking away he shouts to Dom. "You alright their bro?" He said making it sound like they knew eachother for a long time now. He coughs lightly still ready to fight. 'Damn this hurts.' He thought to himself. 'Got to keep myself up to help this guy out....' He begins to understand the situation. 'My shoulder shoulder be ok....It's the wound that is hurt me....Man...'

[dominique]

The man rushed him head on, unleashing punch after punch as Dom brought up a hasty guard. The goon wasn't aiming for anywhere specific he was just trying to wear Dom out. It was a smart plan. Every hit wore him down a bit more. Hell, soon he might just drop from his own exaustion and the pain that coursed though his entire body. Step after step, Dom gave ground trying to think of somethng quick. All he needed was one good hit to drop the goon. He tightened up his guard and took the hits, waiting for an opening to present itself.

"If only I could...." But the control of time slipped from his grasp.

"What's wrong? Tired?" The thug taunted.

Dom's gaze turned murderous. He wasn't going to let trash like this talk down to him. Pain forgotten, he grabbed the man by the shoulders and drove his knee into his crouch. The thug dropped, but Dom wasn't done with him just yet. The Cajun was obviously letting his anger and pride get the best of him, but with all the trouble he'd been through one couldn't really blame him. The anger gave him enough energy to slow time to a crawl. He stepped on the man's leg and it shattered as time rushed back to full speed around him. Breathing hard from the exertion, Dom watched the man scream before passing out from the pain with a bit of sorrow in his eyes. Maybe he had gone a bit far...

"You alright there bro?" He heard off to his side. Funny, the guy was still keeping up the act. Honestly, Dom thought he might have forgotten after getting into the heat of a fight.

Dom did his best to put the man that was probably going to become a cripple out of his mind while looking in the direction where the other guys were still fighting. All the adrenaline was starting to drain out of his body and most of the pain was beginning to surface. However, despite his condition he forced his legs to move even though they felt like jello under him.

"Yea, I'm good. What's takin' you so long? Need some help?" Whether the kid answered or not Dom was going to help him out. He wasn't planning on just leaving the kid on his own now that he went out of his way to help him.

[Byakurai]

After finally finishing of the thugs with calm intent. The young man falls back on his butt and then he looks over at the other kid. "As good as a person was just been shanked." He said with a laugh. He tries to get up but falls back down. "Phew....They got us good didn't they?" He grumbles before pushing himself to get up. Once standing he bumps fists with the other guys, as a sign of friendship.

"When I stop bleeding I think I'll be good." He smiles. "I'm Hiroshi Yamamoto Hozuki. Call me Hiro." The young man said extending his hand out for a shake. Finally another person that was like him for a change. It was finally good to meet someone with a good heart.

[dominique]

Turns out the guy could hold his own pretty well. Good thing too, Dom didn't know if he would have been able to help despite wanting to. He was having enough trouble just stumbling over to were the kid fell on his ass after knocking out the remaining thugs. Dom considered just sitting next to him, but decided against it. He didn't know if he'd be able to get back up afterward.

Taking a moment, he tried to ease his ragged breaths and get his breathing back to its normal pace. His chest ached and his lungs burned terribly, but he tried to put the pain out of his mind. He took a second glance at the kid when he said he got stabbed. He moved a bit closer to help him up, but the kid managed it on his own.

"Yea, thanks for the help man. I own you one." He said bumping fists and shaking his hand. Looking around at the guys knocked out around them he whistled at how much damage the two of them dealt out. "I think we got 'em back pretty good though..."

[Byakurai]

It wasn't polite for someone to and respond with their name. But maybe they had trust issues like he did. Or the customs could be different. Who knows? What ever. They just kicked some serious ass, he has felt this good and bad at the same time in a while. He and other guy took on four or five other guys, armed. Not a perfect victory as he was stabbed and the other guy pretty messed up.

Hey at least the girl go away right? As long as they did some good rather than just randomly fight. He stand up full erected to stretch out his back some. "Oh boy, I haven't fought anyone in a long time sheesh....I'm gonna feel this in the morning." He chuckles slightly at his rather lame joke. Only really saying to keep up the friendly mood.

"They did a number on us, we did the same only we won. And that girl got away. So we did some good, Bro." He said still calling him bro, due to the fact he didn't reeally know his name. "Well, well looks like our job is done." He said starting to limp away. "If you get in a fix again. Don't expect me to bail you out." He said jokingly once more. Keeping his shirt over his ribs to help stop the bleeding.

[dominique]

Dom let go of Hiro's hand and combed a hand through his hair. When it came back he noticed it was smeared red with blood. He wasn't really sure if that blood was his though. Everything hurt a bit so he couldn't really pinpoint any specific area where it hurt.

"More than just the morning..." Dom muttered mostly to himself. He then looked up at the word "Bro", suddenly realizing he had yet to introduce himself. "Ah, sorry, name's Dominique. Call me Dom though. Guess a bit of my manners got knocked out of me back there." He finished lamely.

When he suddenly moved to walk away Dom struggled after him. He couldn't just let the guy walk out after saving his ass. "Hey, you sure you're gonna be okay?" Dom fell in step next to Hiro, the limp slowing him down enough for Dom to keep up with little trouble. "I can patch you up..." He was sort of a biology major and had taken plenty of medical courses. While he wasn't a certified doctor, he wouldn't have any trouble helping the guy out with that stab.

Dom glanced at the spot Hiro seemed to have gotten stabbed in. Then laughed at him saying that he wouldn't bail him out. "Hey, I still owe you one, you ever need someone to watch your back just look me up. I don't like fighting, but hey, the least I can do right?"

[Byakurai]

"You handled your self pretty well there."

He said not being able to hear the other guy's words when he muttered. Nor did he ask, that would be rude to do so. He has been polite all of his life, so it all came naturally. Whether or not a person was rude to him or not, he never took anything bad to heart and gave ther person a nice welcoming smile. It was what he was taught to do after all. Then finally the other guy finally introduced himself, in his automatic response, he smiled.

"It's good to meet you, Dom."

He said formally, giving Dom a pat on the back thinking it was the friendly thing to do. He didn't know whether or not to call Dom a friend as of yet. They did, after all, meet under the most awkward of circumstances. He gave reason to trust him. But not the other way around. Dom did seem like a nice fellow, but so were the people back in Japan. Currently the friendship topic was in debate.

"Yeah. It's not the best feeling in the world, I admit. But I will live. It is only a flesh wound, I don't think I really need a patch up. Though, thank you for your concern, Dom."

Ok, Dom was a really good fellow. But he only saw the 'human side' of Hiro. Everyone seemed to like him until they find out he can shoot lightning from the tips of his fingers. Despite the nice offer, he still didn't trust Dom, he liked him there was no doubt about it. Respect him? Of course. But he just couldn't trust him.

"I don't really like to fight either, only when I have to. Like saving women, or a nice guy trying to help a woman from some thugs. Hey, at least we got something in common right?"

He said trying to joke at the end, grinnig weakly showing a few teeth were blood stained from the hits. Not the best humor, but who could blame him? He was bleeding from his side, it is hard to remain calm and crack a joke when a person is in some pain. He cursed quietly in Japanese, hating the fact the he became quite rusty in fighting. It was balancing work and bills, and mutant power control so much he forgot about his family's fighting style. He makes a mental note to add that to his boring life, while rolling out his somewhat busted up shoulder.

"I'm getting rusty."

He said with a somewhat half laugh and half cough, covering his mouth instantly when he felt the cough come. He felt a shock go throughout his body. Add that with the stinging and heated sensation of the stab from the knife. That could only mean he was in, what his younger teenaged co-workers would say, a shit load of pain.

[dominique]

The guy was pretty easy going. One of the first guys Dom met up here who didn't seem lackluster. Most of the other guys were usually a bit...well, to put it simply most of them were assholes. Most of them looked down at him while they walked past in a suit with a briefcase. Or werel like the thugs that were currently knocked out around the two of them and tried to pick fights with him. Both took a bit of patience to deal with.

Forgetting himself, Dom slapped Hiro on the back with a laugh when he patted him on the back. Common way of greeting someone back down south. It was especially used after finishing a good brawl. Dom was suddenly reminded that Hiro didn't look like he was in the shape to be knocked around. Realizing his mistake, he moved to catch Hiro if he put a bit to much strength into his "greeting". He was still beat up pretty bad, but with Hiro in an equally roughed up shape Dom wouldn't be surprised if it may have hurt him.

At Hiro's refusal of help Dom sighed. "Alright..." To Dom, Hiro seemed as if he was just being stubborn. However, Dom could respect someone's pride so he didn't push it. "You know any drug stores nearby?" He could use a few bandages, maybe a bottle of aspirin.

Feeling himself go stiff, Dom just started walking in a random direction. It'd be best to keep moving. If he stopped he wouldn't want to move for a while. Best to crash in an apartment or something. Dom glanced back at Hiro and waited a moment incase the guy wanted to follow him in search of a few painkillers.

"You ain't a bad guy." Dom noticed the blood stained teeth. That pointed to internal bleeding, which was never good. I could just be a busted lip. But Hiro might be try to downplay that stab a bit too much. "Nice to meet a fellow 'hero'." Yea, lame, he knew. But come on, they'd both just got out of a fight. A few lame jokes weren't going to hurt them.

Dom didn't get to far before Hiro coughed. "Hey, you sure you okay?" He asked turning back.

[Byakurai]

This was going to be a rather cool scar. He thought doing his best to stay positive and awake. Though he felt his eyes begin to feel heavy. He has been in a few scraps himself already with the jerks back in Japan and New York. Though he never recklessly fought like that before, guess the hype got to him. I had to learn how to control that.

On the bright side he got to meet a pretty cool person outside the idiots and pricks. Good to see that there was still good people around in this world. He raised his collared shirt and sees that there was not a huge purple dot on his shoulder, a very disgusting looking bruise. He rolled his eyes a bit, a bit irratated that his only good interview shirt was now torn up as well. Well no rights to complain as he was the idiot to ran in like that.

"To tell you the truth, I'm not really from around here. I'm from New York, hoping to find some fun."

He couldn't tell Dom that he got hyper, then a high and then got lost here. That would be, embarassing to say the least. He didn't know Dom all that well, so, pride-wise. He kept it to himself. But he was telling the truth, he did get lost but why not get a kick out of it right?

"Looks like I did."

He said with a smirk, then wincing and falling to a knee. Yep, the wound was a lot deeper than he first thought. He wished had a more defensive power like turning into steel or something. That would of done him some good at that point in time.

"I believe in herbs and spices not pills and drugs. But...Painkillers sound pretty nice right about now."

Hopefully his judgement wasn't incorrect. Dom seemed to be a relible person. And right now he really needed someone he could trust at the moment. He reaches into his pocket and tosses Dom his keys. It was only a block or two away but this walk was going to be like walking throught a small piece of hell.

"Red and black...Honda Civic."

He said with his voice becoming slightly weaker. He was becoming so weak, but a small stab like that shouldn't of....Oh, a stab and twist, in the hype, he must of not noticed when he twisted the guys hand, the same happened with the knife. 'Oh Budda..Karma hates me...' He takes off his shirt and uses it to cover the wound completely.

"Ok, I admit I am alittle hurt. Only due to my reckless action. I feel that we better hurry..."

He kept his calm and cool. He didn't need to freak the other guy out. They were 'bonding' so to speak. With the fighting and the trust and stuff, he could make a good person for the brotherhood probably, if he were a mutant. It would be cool to have another person like him join. He would actally have someone he could trust and talk to, at least if this happens to work out.

"Glad to see there are more heroes around...Bro."

He said to keep things on the positive side. Calling Dom, Bro, as a sign of friendship, respect and even a little trust. He read about friendship and stuff from a book, so he hoped that Dom would get the picture.

[dominique]

Dom caught the keys out of the air with ease. A bit of confusion crossed his features in wonder why Hiro would toss him what were most likely the keys to his own vehicle. The confusion fled when Hiro hit the ground. Dom lifted him up with ease. Hiro was pretty slight and Dom was a big guy anyway. It wasn't hard for him to lift the kid.

"Shit," he knew it. The guy was hurt bad. Dom forgot about his pain and rushed over to Hiro. Quickly examining the wound up close he started doing his best to keep the kid from dying on him. The wound wasn't that bad, but Hiro had already lost a good bit of blood playing off the wound. He brought Hiro's arm around his own shoulder and kept it there while hooking the other arm around the kid to keep him up.

Dom knew how to handle the situation. "Stay awake, kid," he said bringing his hand to the shirt in order to help him stop the blood flow. "Keep pressure on the wound we need to keep you from bleedin' out." Dom did his damnest to push his tired and beat up body to move and soon caught sight of Hiro's car. It had to be his it was the only one nearby and it matched the guy's description.

Hiro was starting to sound as if he were babbling. Probably to take his mind off the pain and the situation. Dom caught another "Bro" in there but he was too busy getting to the car to comment on it. Dom felt responsible for the kid's condition, if he had never got in trouble Hiro wouldn't have ended up in this shape. He had to keep this guy alive or he'd never forgive himself.

Opening the door to the car he set Hiro down in the passenger seat. The guy looked pretty out of it...Dom really didn't have much time to waste. In a fraction of a second Dom had his t-shirt torn up and was doing his best to use them as bandages on Hiro. He didn't know if the guy would notice his subtle use of his time powers in the open. But frankly he couldn't really find it in him to care. He could handle this guy hating him just fine for being a mutant if that helped keep him alive.

He tied Hiro's blood stained shirt around the guy's waist for good measure. That should keep him from bleeding out. Dom still needed to get him to a hospital or at least find a drug store to heal him. The wound should be clotting. Worse case scenario, Hiro had an infection from the knife that could be cleaned out with a little disinfectant. Best case scenario, Hiro just needed a bit of rest and some down time to take it easy while he heals up.

Dom hurried around the car and threw himself into the seat with a sigh. It felt really good to sit down, but now wasn't the time for relaxing. Starting up the car, he noticed just how banged up he was when the lights fell on him. Discolored bruises littered his torso. Pulling down the visor and looking into the mirror, he saw that his face was swelling a bit. Nothing major though. A slight cut over his eye, but it seemed to have stopped bleeding. Finished examining himself, he started the car and drove off keeping an eye open for a store or hospital.

Glancing over to Hiro, he started talking. It'd help the guy stay awake if he could focus on something. "Hell of a way to meet, huh? Can't thank you enough for getting me outta that mess back there. You tell me if you see a hospital or something, you hear?"