UltraMechaStalin
Star
- Joined
- Jan 19, 2009
"Take him out Val!"
"Kick his ass!"
"Teach that sonofabitch what's what!"
Step, step, duck, weave, step, step. Each movement was measured and graceful, those topaz eyes trained on the other man in the circle. The slightest twitch of those toned muscles and another blow was easily dodged. A smirk was gradually curving across Vallios' slender lips as he watched his opponent grow more and more frustrated.
The scene was cast lit only by the dim glow of a dying street light. Roughly 18 men were crowded into a ten foot circle, with two other men weaving round and round, locked in combat. One of them was a short stocky brick of a man with spiked short blond hair, a red wind-breaker, and blue jeans. The other was a tall, slender, but muscular man of twenty with mid-chest length black hair, ivory white skin, and a pair of blazing topaz eyes.
A desperate flurry of punches, each one deflected or avoided by Vallios with little effort. His opponent was tiring, he could tell by the way the man was huffing and puffing, his movements becoming rigid and forced. Just a little bit more....
"Fucking get it over with Val! The girls are waiting!"
Now! Vallios' smirked turned to a savage snarl as he lunged forward, sweeping his leg upwards in a vicious kick. A steel-toed boot collided against the shorter man's jaw with a sickening crunch. The vicious kick had enough force behind it to lift the victim up a couple of inches off the ground.
The other man dropped to the ground like a stone, eyes glassy and unfocused. Vallios nodded and then knelt down, retrieving his ankle length black leather reverend jacket. He dusted the coat off and then swung it over his shoulders, spitting on the unconscious man as he turned and walked towards the club he and his band of merry men had been heading to before this entire nasty conflict had started.
The crowd dispersed and drifted away, small clumps of people going to different clubs on the block. Another territory fight, another victory for Vallios. Eventually people would learn to stop fucking with the devilish man from the frigid north.
"Kick his ass!"
"Teach that sonofabitch what's what!"
Step, step, duck, weave, step, step. Each movement was measured and graceful, those topaz eyes trained on the other man in the circle. The slightest twitch of those toned muscles and another blow was easily dodged. A smirk was gradually curving across Vallios' slender lips as he watched his opponent grow more and more frustrated.
The scene was cast lit only by the dim glow of a dying street light. Roughly 18 men were crowded into a ten foot circle, with two other men weaving round and round, locked in combat. One of them was a short stocky brick of a man with spiked short blond hair, a red wind-breaker, and blue jeans. The other was a tall, slender, but muscular man of twenty with mid-chest length black hair, ivory white skin, and a pair of blazing topaz eyes.
A desperate flurry of punches, each one deflected or avoided by Vallios with little effort. His opponent was tiring, he could tell by the way the man was huffing and puffing, his movements becoming rigid and forced. Just a little bit more....
"Fucking get it over with Val! The girls are waiting!"
Now! Vallios' smirked turned to a savage snarl as he lunged forward, sweeping his leg upwards in a vicious kick. A steel-toed boot collided against the shorter man's jaw with a sickening crunch. The vicious kick had enough force behind it to lift the victim up a couple of inches off the ground.
The other man dropped to the ground like a stone, eyes glassy and unfocused. Vallios nodded and then knelt down, retrieving his ankle length black leather reverend jacket. He dusted the coat off and then swung it over his shoulders, spitting on the unconscious man as he turned and walked towards the club he and his band of merry men had been heading to before this entire nasty conflict had started.
The crowd dispersed and drifted away, small clumps of people going to different clubs on the block. Another territory fight, another victory for Vallios. Eventually people would learn to stop fucking with the devilish man from the frigid north.