Sometimes I wonder if every child of the light that is born is born without any instinct for self-preservation, or if, in situations where all that divine light is boiling with rage under the skin, we simply forget that Mother gave us these function…
Or perhaps it is just another thing I’ve never been good at.
But at that moment, I really saw nothing but those bastards from Varro’s gang and Adara, who was clearly trying to get away. However, one of those guys grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer with a disgusting, self-assured grin.
So, my first candidate to have his rotten teeth knocked out.
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With clenched fists and without any common sense remaining after all these years, I stopped at their table without saying a word. For I didn’t come to make small talk with them. In one fluid motion, I grabbed Adara by the shoulder and pulled her out of the gangster’s grip, then gently pushed her behind me. Which the gangster naturally didn’t exactly appreciate… Because types like him don’t like it when someone disrupts their game and takes their toy away.
Especially not if that person looks like the only way to save him is to push him off the roof of the city’s tallest skyscraper, in the hope of a quick death…
Unfortunately, that isn’t a solution in my case either…
And Adara, who was standing behind me, looked shocked that someone had helped her and that that someone was me… the man she had only seen once on the bridge the day before. She was relieved that this man didn’t touche her anymore, but also panicked, because she probably knew what these two were capable of and that I’m probably….most centrally fucked. So I understood that this was really going to be a mess, one that I unfortunately couldn’t resolve with my usual attitude to life… pure ignorance.
…
And that’s fine by me; I haven’t punched anyone in the nose in a long time, so this is going to be interesting.
Besides, I didn’t have to wait exactly long for one of the guys to stand up. With the face of a raging bull, the veins throbbing on his temples, and the clear desire to beat me until my own mother wouldn’t recognize me anymore…
Hmm, would she actually still recognize me now? Or would crushing my face into applesauce just be a waste of the sad little gangster’s time?
“Hey, you faggot! What do you think you’re doing!”
Oh… now he launches into a whole monologue to show just how scary and threatening he is. If only he knew I have a fat cat at home who thinks it’s a good idea to sit on the railing of the balcony on the fifth floor…
Phew, the mere thought of it almost gives me a heart attack. But him? For ages I’ve heard men spit out threats and behave intimidatingly. And I start to think it’s just to compensate for the size of whatever they have in their pants.
And I’m not suggesting anything… I’m just saying what I think.
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Sighing, I finally looked this gangster straight in the eyes, without a trace of fear. Because seriously, how can anyone be afraid of a clown in a brothel disguised as a nightclub?
“I do something that you are either to stupid or to blind to. Or maybe both. That waitress wanted nothing to do with you, so I helped her,” I growled through my teeth.
Of course, my words didn’t amuse the guy at all, and that wasn’t the intention either. But apparently, that was exactly the last thing that clown needed to become so aggressive, because before I could realize what was happening, he punched me full in the face. I recoiled for a moment; the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. Adara recoiled for a moment too, stared at me in horror, and covered her mouth with her hands. She said nothing, however, almost as if she was afraid the situation would only get worse if she let the men know that she knew me. I spat the excess blood from my mouth onto the floor and slowly wiped my lips. I looked back at the gangster, who grabbed Adara’s arm again, this time firmer and more aggressively.
“Okay, asshole, you asked for it,” I mumbled as I lashed out at the gangster. My fist hit him squarely on the nose. I heard a cracking sound and Adara was pushed backward by the man with such force that she slammed against the table next to him with a muffled cry of pain. Meanwhile, the gangster himself clutched his nose and I saw a drop of blood spurt from between his fingers.
I think I broke his nose, and no, I don’t have a shred of pity for him. However, I didn’t have much time to admire my masterpiece, because the second gangster finally decided to liven things up a bit.
He jumped up, grabbed me by the collar, and slammed me against the table with all his might.
Immediately afterward, he tried to punch me in the face, because that first blow apparently wasn’t enough… so I turned my face a little to the left, away from his fists. Then I gave him a knee to the groin, and the gangster hanging over me staggered forward.
Naturally, I took the opportunity to escape and slipped away from between the table and his body. I immediately grabbed him by the back of his head and slammed his face against the table with all my might.
That should have knocked him unconscious, even if only for a moment. Which is no victory for me, because the other guy wasn’t done with me yet. And his broken nose?
That wouldn’t stop him. So I quickly let go of the gangster’s head, and his limp body collapsed to the ground. I quickly turned to the first guy, who kicked me hard in the stomach, the moment I turned to him.
And at that moment, I felt as if all the air was draining from my lungs, and everything around me became blurry for a moment…
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The guy grabbed my arm and brutally twisted it backward. Which, I have to admit, did hurt terribly. But probably not as much as the blow to his lower jaw that I landed on him. Because he let go immediately.
I immediately grabbed him by the collar and gave him a few knee kicks to the stomach. Eventually, I pushed him to the ground, where he tripped over his partner.
I looked at them for a moment before spitting some more blood onto the floor. To be honest, I didn’t know if I only had a torn lip or a broken tooth.
But that wasn’t important at that moment; what mattered was whether Adara was okay.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, to my own surprise. Because I couldn’t even remember the last time I had asked anyone that question… anyone other than Lasagna, who, of course, couldn’t give me an answer.
Adara nodded slowly, still too shocked to respond. Her full attention was focused on the beaten-up gangsters. I saw ‘Mr. Bloody Nose’ move a little, which meant that if I didn’t get out here quickly, a new fight would break out. And because I didn’t want to traumatize Adara any more, I took her hand and led her to the exit of that madhouse. Because of the crowd of curious onlookers, who looked at me in disbelief first, and then at the beaten-up gangsters.
Their whispers mingled with the music, and I prayed to all the gods I knew that one of them wouldn’t start shouting that I was a damned exorcist, for my head and stomach were already hurting badly enough from this fight. And I didn’t feel like a second round.
I wanted to go home and feed my beloved fatso.
Fortunately, no one said anything about it, which was a good for me. Except for one of the men.
“If Varro finds out about this, you’re done for, you faggot! Do you hear me!? Done for!”
But I didn’t turn around,sometimes pretending to be deaf is better. When Adara and I stepped over the threshold of the large hall, she nervously began pulling her pseudo-skirt further down to cover as much of her bare skin as possible.
So, without thinking, and for her comfort, I laid my long jacket over her shoulders. Adara carefully wrapped the fabric around her body.
“Thank you, Lukianos,” she whispered. I shrugged, but turned around to check if anyone was following us.
“Don’t thank me yet, Adara… Because I have a feeling that this whole Varro guy isn’t giving up that easily.”
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and then Add to home screen.