Final Exit {Jack}

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

The humor tonight's providing is unexplainable. It's as though Vy's been granted with going back in time before she held responsibilities and problems. When the only things that mattered were training and avoiding the house. Except somehow she's gained a friend that shares just as much sarcasm as she does. For instances, their unspoken way of jokingly turning this into a hookup for Matthew instead of Vy. She has to cover her mouth to resist the harsh laughter boiling inside. Honestly, it's difficult to imagine Matt with a dude. Not sure why this dude's so easily convinced.

Just to keep screwing with the guy, Vy slightly gazes around when he mentions a pretty lady. Would much rather be called little girl by Matt then that. "Looks like it was." She sticks to her opinion of it being a waste, like her usual self. Stubborn to no end.

Why is it that guys can never give it a break? Girls take rejection when it's not even there, and guys take it as a game. But it's his suggestion of hanging out with real guys that actually pisses off Vy. Is he attempting to insult Matthew? That's only acceptable coming from her. "How about you get your head out of your ass, and go find your way back over to your real guys." Vy mocks with a stern glare and a cocky grin.

Finally he gets the picture that he's not getting anything from anyone at this table, and manages to follow instructs by returning to his friends. 'Least some men know when to take orders. Once he's gone Vy's forced to burst out into laughter, with a drink shortly following. "I'd say that was good entertainment." She grins at Matthew as if to say thanks.

[Jack Lexington]

I'm on the edge of my seat when the conversation turns a little sour andmy friend basically tells this guy to 'piss off'. I really don't want her to get uns in trouble and start a bar brawl as much fun as that could be, but we would be vastly outnumbered.

Once he takes a leave and goes back to his guys she calls it fun, which I don't agree with.
"Try to be a little nicer next time. Just say thanks for the drink but not interested." Then again what did I do? I yanked his chain, too.

"What's your aversion with being called pretty? You are pretty." I can almost see her turn red now- out of anger of bashfulness? No idea!
"In your own way....not trying to hit on you. You're not my type." I declare before she gets the wrong idea.

To avod confrontation I clink my glass against hers and we drink some more for a while. How many have I had now? Two beers, two shots?
"I think I should be heading home. Kyanite has no idea where I am...well, maybe she likes a little time to herself." I try to ease my mind.

"I have to take a leak." With that I get up and make my way to the bathrooms which leads me past the group of guys. I single out the one from before with my eyes while he has noticed me getting up and is briefly looking over at the blonde girl.
"Don't even try." I warn him as I proceed around the corner and down the long hallway to the bathrooms that are located in the basement.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Sudden change in heart? Because while Vy's cracking up with giggles, Matthew's suggesting that she should try to be nicer next time. As if he's a prime example on how to be a model citizen for the Panem. "Why would I say thanks when I didn't even get the beer?" She questions with more chuckles, obviously being influenced by everything she's been drinking. There's not a single interest in the entire District to watch her manners.

"Thanks Matt." She jokingly replies with when he notices her lack in wanting to be called pretty. It's really the Lady part that ticked her off, but she doesn't want to hear either directed her way. Jeran's gone now, meaning she's one of the boys again. She doesn't want to be undermined as a girl, or be given false compliments; such as Matthew's reassurance that she's attractive in her own way, even if she's not his type. Well that's a relieve since it'd probably ruin being close friends, and Vy's already getting annoyed with the flirtatious dude over there. "Oh, I know your type." She shares with another laugh. And she couldn't be more different from Kyanite, who's also become a very good friend of hers.

Speaking of Ky, Matthew mentions how he should probably return home. "I'm sure she doesn't mind giving you a little break from fatherhood." Vy comments with a lack of a push to force him to stay. Certainly Ky's sweet enough to be fine with him being out, especially under the watchful eye of her friend; but there's no telling if she's in need of a timeout herself. Least he provided a nice distraction and plenty of jokes. "Whatever you have to do though." She grins to assure she'll be good by herself. It was her point in coming here after all. Just now she won't be forced to concentrate on the man she came here to forget.

Instead of dipping out at this moment, Matthew heads for the bathroom first. "Thanks for sharing." Vy has to continue with the humor. It's not like the alcohol is giving her much of a choice.

To no surprise, the guy from earlier wastes no time to journey back over, with one of his buddies, once Vy's alone. "Where'd your friend go?" He questions like he's actually concerned. Vy can only do her best to remember Matthew's advice on not starting a fight.

"I'm sorry you didn't get the picture before, but i'm not interested." Vy nearly takes his wisdom exactly, though her tone doesn't hold the nicest pitch.

Still this guy doesn't comprehend and takes Matthew's seat. "But you don't even know me." Seriously? This dude's asking for trouble. He slides over the beer that Matthew's already had half of. Insistent fracker. "Just a kind gesture from a gentleman to a pretty lady." That again.

"If you call me that one more time, I'm going to have to show you how much of a lady I'm really not." Vy threatens with a deadly glare.

"How about I treat you like a lady or one of the guys." Looks like his gentleman ways only go so far.

"How about you return to your buddies or I slam your head into this bar." And of course, Vy has to mock him back.

"But all my friends are keeping yours occupied in the bathroom, so that I can teach you how to be a lady. Clearly your friend's not doing a very good job." Vy gazes around him to notice only two of them are occupying their spot.

Instantly Vy's fingers are curled around the collar of the dude's shirt, and yanks it tight. His friend's fast to interact, but her words breach first. "What the hell did you tell them to do?" She nearly growls in his face.

[Jack Lexington]

The girl was pretty, no doubt about it, and she had this rough edge that he liked, plus she clearly didn’t seem too friendly with the blonde guy who had been sitting across from her.
So it came to a surprise when she really showed her fangs once approached a little more directly.
Maybe she was one of those that were harder to get. No pain, no gain, right?
Instead of slapping her hands off his shirt he placed his own in top of hers and gently tugged on hers.

“You’re wild. I like that actually so if you’re trying to scare me off you have the wrong approach. Why don’t you let go and get to know me before you kick me to the curb.”

His friend- a six foot wardrobe had been standing next to him but was now turning his back to the scene to block other peoples view.

“You’re friend’s into guys. So some guys are visiting him. He'll like them. They’re all buff, handsome and very friendly, I swear.” He stated with a whicked grin because he loved repaying the favour from before.

“No seriously, they’ll just give us some time to talk. Let’s talk, okay? Nothing more,nothing less. I’m Shane. What’s your name?”
It was strange that his charm wasn't working on her.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

A nice collective group of four pile into the bathroom after Matthew. Orders from their friend Shane, whose nonverbally became their leader, is to keep this guy occupied while he gets to know his friend back at the bar. Two automatically barricade the door with full intent to not fail at this, and the others approach the guy they're told to keep busy. "Word from our Pal is that you're into dudes." One taunts in a sarcastically friendly voice, and leans against the wall near the urinals. "Guess that's good though, since he's entertaining your friend upstairs."

The other dude, whom holds a disposition of a boxer with a shaved head, leans upon a stall on the opposite side of Matthew. He's completely silent, but holds a glare itching for a fight, as the first guy continues to be the only one to speak. "So we're going to hangout down here for a bit. Hope you don't mind." He smirks while no threatening moves have been made just yet. "We can chill and have a good time, or...not." The option's entirely put within Matthew's hands.

---

Fingers don't budge from around the guy's collar as he softly attempts to pull Vy away. His determination is annoying to no end, and especially with his addition of charm. It's sickening truly. Does he really believe that keeping her friend in the bathroom is going to change her opinion? Because as flattering as it may be, it only has Vy craving to beat him even harder. "I'm sure you'd like that." She mutters to his desire of getting to know one another, and finally shoves him away.

"Somehow I doubt my friend will be into any of yours." Vy corrects when he attempts to reassure that Matthew will be fine. Certainly he can hold his own, but that doesn't mean any of this sounds good. Last thing she wants is to return a bruised and wounded Matt to Kyanite.

Still this guy doesn't let off. No, his friend turns the other way to give them some privacy, and it's as if Vy's been leading him on this entire time. Hasn't she been doing the exact opposite? "None of your business." She answers after Shane asks for her name, and continues to insist on talking. "Now if you don't mind, I have to go beat your buddies before I break your nose." The last half of Matthew's beer is gulped down, before she pulls away from her seat.

[Jack Lexington]

I'm just shaking off when I hear the door open and footsteps of more than one enter, which doesn't really concern me until I zip up my pants and turn around to find two guys on either side of my stall. They're leaning there very casually, one with a death glare fixed on me.
Instantly I recognise them as part of the group at the bar and know that my advice to lay low might not work. Seems like they're looking for trouble.

I stay where I am for now weighing my options.
"Word from our Pal is that you're into dudes." The smaller one says. Great, I hope they're not trying to make a move on me now otherwise I'd quickly have to correct their false impression.
"You're not my type." I grimly remark - seems to be the line of the day.
"Guess that's good though, since he's entertaining your friend upstairs."
That's what I suspected and what makes me want to get out of here fast to help her. Who knows how many are left up there and what are they doing?
"Move out of the way." I ask him. It's more of a command really.

"So we're going to hangout down here for a bit. Hope you don't mind. We can chill and have a good time, or...not."
He's threatening me.
"You're the last person I want to have a good time with."
If he was alone I'd take him on- no worries -but what are my chances 4 on 1? I have to remind myself that I'm a career and in the arena I might have to go up against a pack of four- with weapons.

As calm as I can I growl through gritted teeth.
"Look, my friend is not interested in your pretty boy. She's in a relationship. Now -Get the fuck out of my way and don't you dare touch me."
With that I move ahead in between the two to push my way through. I have a feeling that Vy will be in trouble soon and we shouldn't be seperated if we really have a group of six against us. Who knows what that guys intentions are with her.

--

"Somehow I doubt my friend will be into any of yours."That little spitfire says but Shane just laughs.
"They can be very persuasive." He rubs his hands over the stubbleon his chin and returns his eyes on her. Why is she so rejective and doesn't tell him her name, she's alone, with a guy, who's not her boyfriend obviously.
"Are you a lesbian?" He suddenly asks.

"Now if you don't mind, I have to go beat your buddies before I break your nose." The blondes says after drinking the rest of the beer he bought, which is almost like accepting an invitation.
At that moment the line backer turns around and pushes her back in the bench she's seated in.
"Sit." He tells her in a low, beaming voice. "Nice of you to stay with us."

The smile from the guy across the table becomes wider.
"Finalls some manners."
He cocks his head to the side looking at her.
"What's your name? Spitfire?" He places his hand on her knee under the table.
"I'm telling you. I'll only be nice as long as you're nice, so adjust your attitude before I adjust mine."

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

"For you, yes." Vy replies with when asked if a lesbian. She's held her experiences with the same gender; and if all guys were like this Shane dude, she certainly would be. But unfortunately there's one male within this District that managed to steal her heart. But this dude, is definitely not him. She excuses herself from his company, only to be pushed back into her seat by his friend. Looks like she got the fight she was asking for, really have to be more careful with wishing.

A grin is presented on her lips when she's sarcastically thanked for staying, as if she had much of a choice. Then Shane has the nerve to declare that she's being polite. Her fingers ball up into fists at her sides, though she only tightens her jaw. Like Matthew said, she's a Peacekeeper now. Have to at least wait until Shane throws the first punch. He asks for her name again. "I already told you." She mutters, unaffected by the intimidation being presented. Only two of them, in front of the crowd of everyone in here. It's Matthew that she's worried about.

"You're so scary." Vy jokes when Shane attempts to be threatening. If he wants to adjust his attitude more accordingly, she'd probably prefer that. Get through these two rather quickly, and potentially help Matthew. Sounds more likely that he's the one in trouble at this moment. "I'm sorry, am I offending you?" She mocks, hoping to finally provoke an altercation.

---

To no surprise, Matthew has no interest in allowing things to happen as it may. 'Course these guys were prepared for this, expecting it even. Half of them are probably itching for this to happen. The taller one, Conner, steps in front of him despite the other two blocking the door. Sure his friend is uninterested and in a relationship, but they were told one command. "So we're not taking the easy routine." The talker, Johnathon, comments with his smirk not budging.

His hand slams into Matthew's shoulder to prevent him from getting any further. "My bad, did I stutter? He wants to be alone with her!" He retells as if he didn't get it across the first time. Every single one of them is in a posture to fight, ready for the first sign that'll spring them into action. "You're going to patiently wait in here for a while, until I say otherwise." He demands in a much calmer voice, as if he held the authority to. Perhaps back in the group he's second in charge; and with his friends backing him up, it only enhances that.

"Unless you'd rather us make it where you can't get your friend at all." The corners of his lips arch more upward just as his eyebrows do. It'd just be so easy to take on this guy with all of them here. Simply waiting for that to happen.

[Jack Lexington]

His hand was still resting on her leg when she once again gave him the same bad attitude. Slowly but surely he was disliking her all together. This girl was not just playing hard to get, she was a bitch.
"You're so scary."
"I'm actually trying to be nice but you don't like nice, now do you?"
He exchanged a glance with his muscle hamster buddy.
"I'm sorry, am I offending you?" She said while his hand slid further up her leg and he started to smile revealing a set of perfectly straight pearly whites. Maybe she'd let him do it despite the big mouth. His eyes sparkled in hopes that he might get on her good side after all. Or at least be threatening enough for her to give in.

--

As I try to push in between them the bigger one of them stepsin my way making me stop. So I lower my head with a sigh and grit my teeth reminding myself to stay calm and peaceful. I'm a dad now. I can't let old habits get in the way of that.
"So we're not taking the easy routine."
The talker smirks at me. I'd love to wipe that off his ugly features.
Instead I calmly run a hand through my hair before I set another foot forward just to get pushed back.
Did he just lay a hand on me?
I hear his stupid question. "My bad, did I stutter? He wants to be alone with her!"
"You're going to patiently wait in here for a while, until I say otherwise."
That sounds a) like a really bad idea and b) not like me at all. Only bad things can come out of that. I cannt leave Vy alone with that man, nor do I want to be held captive by four gorillas.
So screw my advice.
"Ah, fuc* it!"
While he tries to intimidate me some more I push against the other guy with my right hand and throw my head at the talkers nose, who gets interrupted in 'mid sentence' "Unless you'd rather us make it where you can't get ..."
"I'd rather make you get the hell out of my way, you Wiener." Like a linebacker Ilower my shoulder and push it into the bigger guys ribs to move ahead.
This could be interesting...especially down here in a small, dingy bathroom with now windows, one lonely light bulb dangling from a wire and nobody to hear us.

OOC: Got a miss?? What now? Maybe the dude doesn't budge.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

The fight, just what everyone here was waiting for. Was Johnathon hoping for a bloody nose? Of course not, and it comes as unexpected as ever. Once that happens, they're all in battle mode. Conner harshly brings his elbow into Matthew's shoulder, while his other slams into his ribcage. The spring of pain is gruesome, though easily manageable. Does he really think he's going to get past that easily?

A fist slams into Matthew's stomach due to Johnathon, craving revenge for the ache in his face. "Figures." He chuckles in spite of the circumstance, grabbing a paper towel to wipe away the blood under his nose. "You really think you can take all of us?" An eery laugh escapes him while a wicked grin stays upon his features. His fingers stretch in every which way, waiting for the next punch. With his friends around, he's invisible. Even if this guy manages to get past him and Conner, he has two more to fight. This guy must be asking for it.

Another swing flies Matthew's way, not caring about being provoked. Yet it doesn't reach where it was aimed for, but instead gets blocked. So he knows how to fight as well, that'll only make this that much more interesting. "Gay dude can fight." He mocks while sizing him up. Now it's all about the bet on how many he can get past prior to getting knocked out. They all wait, knowing he stands no chance.

---

Suddenly a hand's creeping up Vy's leg. She was so preoccupied with anger to notice it before, until this point. Instantly one of her hand's pulling away Shane's greedy touch, while her other slaps harsh across his face. "I don't like anything you're offering." She assures with a rude attitude, prepared to provide another attack if need be. Why must this guy be to persistent?

"I'm completely trained to knock out the both of you if I need to." She threatens, though the mutter of her voice is a clear indication of how drunk she truly is. Only question now, is whether she can keep up that training while intoxicated. Chances? Slight less. Though she refuses to show any of that.

[Jack Lexington]

To see blood gush from his nose gives me a certain satisfaction. It will definetly put a dinger in his day and hinder him when he fights.
Thebulky guy reacts for him though and first hits me in the shoulder, which is not so bad but his punch in the ribs makes me wince and hold my breath to suppress a howl. I only et out a grunt and press my own elbow against that side for protection.
I have no time because there’s for of them and I need to be really fast if I want to stand a chance.

Of course the bloody nosed guy get’s one hit into my abs, which I flex and deflect most of it before I can block his second attack. "Figures." He chuckles and wipes his nose. I guess he has the time with three of his buddies taking care of me.

"You really think you can take all of us?"
He laughs but I just boats with too much confidence.
“Easily.” I
"Gay dude can fight."
“Exactly.” He can think what he want if he bleeds and cries in the end, so I grab him by the collar, yank him towards me and with strong arms throw him against the stall he’s been leaning on.
Once he’s down I reach for the larger dudes arm and push my back against his chest ducking down to run him against the toilet and drop him as well. A little unconventional but effective.
“Not laughing so hard now, are you?”




---

The blonde refuses him once more and now pisses him off with her words. "I don't like anything you're offering." His hand is pushed away making him stare at her angrily.
“Whatis it with you? Am I ugly? Nope. You should be glad I’m interested in you!”
By now this has turned into a game.

"I'm completely trained to knock out the both of you if I need to." She threatens but Shane isn’t impressed at all, nor is his buddy who seizes her up.
“Really? Little girl likeyou? I’d like to see that. Let’s go outside.”
Shane raises a brow at her.
“You’re into rough stuff. I’m game.”
He gets up to guide her outside.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

"Yet I'm not." Vy's tone in sorrowful, acting as though she's as shocked as Shane is to not be interested in him. Of course she's only continuing with her sarcasm, which must be as obvious as her attitude is. If he's going to start insulting her now, her rude remarks are only going to thicken. He's just simply not going to get what he wants tonight, no matter which way he tries. Vy's not going to act like a lady for anyone, nor for any reason, even if it makes her unattractive.

Instead of scaring him off with her warning, it provokes a fight further. So much for following Matthew's advice. But shouldn't she get down to his side before throwing the first punch? Guessing there's a bit more against him at this moment. Seems like she's going to have to get through these two first though. "You're asking for it." She chuckles and takes the lead to going outside. Easy bet that the bartender would send them out anyways, might as well be polite from the start. Now she can only hope to knock out these two rather quickly, and make sure she'll actually be able to deliver Matthew to Kyanite in one piece.

"Please, lady's first." Vy offers him the first hit, with open arms awaiting his attack. Then her knuckles fly towards his face once he approaches. No one said nothing about rules of lying. Sadly his palm catches her fist though, blocking the impact that she was intending. That's not the best start to this fight.

---

The confidence presented from Matthew is hilarious, even getting the stern big guy to chuckle a bit. Does he really think he's that strong and slick? Or is he trying to be intimidating? Because even a Victor is helpless when unarmed and versing four others. His chances are slim, yet he's acting as though this is nothing. "Pretty cocky given your circumstance." Johnathon remarks before he's suddenly slammed into the stall behind him. It knocks his breath, and snotty comments, right out of him.

Conner immediately springs into action, only to be shoved into a toilet himself. "You fucker." He mutters while struggling to get back onto his feet. There's no way he's not going to pay for this. Instantly the other two are approaching, ready to clean up this mess.

The shorter one's carves his knuckles into Matthew's lips; stepping aside seconds later, to allow his friend access to slam into Matt's ribcage. This guy had the opportunity to take the easy routine, now he's in for it. Another punch goes straight to his face once again. They're determined to at least teach this guy that they're not to be messed with. "You must be really stupid." They all laugh to spite his words.

[Jack Lexington]

Tonight has taken an unexpected turn as the girl would rather fight than f***, which is not as nice but also very entertaining. They follow her outside and while Conner is standing by at the side, she tells them 'Ladies first' but then punches Shane square in the jaw. He's so stunned by her wits that his punch lands in the air but Conner doesn't like the way she's playing him. He steps in but Shane holds him back. "No, she's mine." He evilly grins and gives her a good one in the ribs, that should knock the wind out of a girl.
He raises his fists and shakes his head. "I don't care if you're a girl. You asked for it."

--


With two out of my way for a moment the other two no longer stand by, as I was hoping. Instead they draw closer. "We want to have some fun, too." One of them says while I remark. "And I was hoping that watching an unfair two on one fight was enough for you cowards."
That earns me a harsh blow to my lip. Ouch. I step back one step and raise my fists but two guys are simply too fast so the the last guy sinks his knuckles into my ribs just under my elbow before I can lower my arm to block. Unfortunately he chose my right side where Jins has stabbed my half a year ago and left me weak. The hit on that scarred side damn near paralyzes me with pain and has me gasping for air so I press my back against the stall behind me to at least cover myself from attacks from behind.

My eyes dart back and forth between them so I can see the next attack coming but opt to keep the bulkiest one at a good distance with a kick towards his knee, which doesn't do any damage but makes him keep his distance.

While I'm focused on one and trying to suck in some air, which provokes the infamous wheezing sound
from my lungs, the first guy, who already has a bloody nose swings at me again, once I duck but the second one hits me in the mouth again. This time my own teeth cut into my lip from the inside making it bleed.
Damn....how long am I going to last against four?
Maybe it's time to run or scream for help? Should I admit defeat and tell them to stop and I'll stand still?
All these options simply seem wrong to me. No career has even admitted defeat just like that. We're not cut out to lay down and make it easy for others. Plus what are the others doing to Vy in the meantime? The thought alone makes my blood boil and unleashes an anger that's hard to control.
I run my tongue over my teeth- one of them is chipped-great- then spit some blood at their feet and push towards the door- out of the corner I'm in.
"You all fight like girls. Otherwise you'd make it one on one!"


5053
5053 -- Block -- 0.0 damage
(Unarmed)

5074
5074 -- Broken Nose -- 5.5 damage
(Unarmed)

5138
Bruised ribs 3 damage
5061
5061 -- Miss -- 0.0 damage
(Unarmed)

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Figures this dude's attacks are weakening. He's still pathetically attempting to fight back; but just as expected, he's no match against the four of them. Is it fair? Far from it. But what ever is within the Panem? They don't live in the Capitol. And the boys simply grin as Matthew can only try to protect himself from their raid. In this District, it's all about establishing who's in charge. Which is exactly what they're doing at this very moment.

"Where do you think you're going?" Johnathon, the first guy, laughs while harshly shoving Matthew back against the wall. "I never gave you permission to leave." And he could careless about his request on making this an even fight. Without warning his fist is aiming for Matt's face, and brutally lands against one of his eyes. The guys behind Johnathon cheer in laughter. Only thing that matters here, is making sure they're all grateful to not be this guy. He will not be leaving easily if they can help it. Another punch swings toward's Matthew's chest to get him wheezing even more so, though it only lands upon his collarbone.

How long does this guy plan on playing superman? Cause it's not hard to tell he won't be able to last much longer. "Ready to give up yet? Promise to not make it any worse then it already will be for you." Johnathon offers with a coy smirk.

---

Have to love bar brawls; with the addition of alcohol, that'll either impair or enhance someone's ability to fight. Vy's held her good share of successful drunken battles, along with the ones that didn't end in her favor. Can only ever hope it does go as she desires. Especially when it's an ass hole that she's up against, and there's a large crowd following to watch. Why is there always a lot more interest when a female's involved? Now they're both going to be fighting even harder to avoid the embarrassment of losing. This should be fun.

Looks like the alcohol's not working in Shane's best interest, as Vy smoothly dodges his first attack. Instantly a cocky laugh escapes from her lips, which grows even louder when his friend finds the need to step in. Cowards. She sucks up her chuckles with a a sigh, while Shane expresses that he can handle her. Unexpectedly his knuckles connect with her ribs, making her lose her breath entirely. Guess she shouldn't jump to being so confident so fast.

"Nice one." She mutters through gritted teeth and harsh breathing. Perhaps he's not completely debilitated by how'm ever much liquor he's consumed. Hopefully she isn't either... Her fist spirals towards him, only to be blocked. Crap, please don't say she's the one overly affected by all the drinks she's had. "Frack." Vy grin in spite of herself.

[Jack Lexington]

I try my best to fight back and block as many blows as I can but it's really hard when they're coming at me from every angle. Fucking cowards.
My pulse is racing.
By now I'm hurting. My lip's bleeding but what's worse is the pain in my chest and that it slows me down. I hate this weak spot but there's nothing I can do about it. I still refuse to lay down but when I try to push through them towards the door I only get slammed into the next wall.
With my eyes on the guy who grabbed my arm I can only watch the fist flying towards my left eye and knocking my head back. My vision goes black with flashes of white for a second.
I barely see the next attack coming and raise my arm at the last second to deflect it but still get knocked in the collar bone hard enough to bruise it. I wince but instantly let myself slip down so they can't pin me against the wall. Over and over I tell myself not to show weakness, which isn't so hard with all the anger I feel against these assholes.
"Ready to give up yet? Promise to not make it any worse then it already will be for you."

"Neither will I." I snarl.
I want to tear their heads off and punch their lights out but so far I busted just one nose. So I single out the biggest on of them and grab him by the head and kick him on the knee as hard as I can to disable him for now. The next guy who makes a move on me receives a roundhouse kick that lands a little low on his femur but knocks him off his feet.
I swear there's pure adrenalin pumping through my veins right now because everything is happening so fast- just like the kick that finds my thigh and makes me stumble to the filthy bathroom tiles.
Holy shit, I feel like I'm done, my heart is racing, chest and many spots of my body aching. My fingers curl together leaving bloody marks on the cold grey tiles.

The people who had noticed the threesome leaving and stood by now seemed amused by the girl trying to take on two grown men. All the more surprise when she didn't seem to be fazed by the first punch. Unfortunately her own one missed it's target provoking the two guys to laugh out loud.
"Cute." Shane commented whilehis buddy stood back and shrugged. "C'mon, let's go back and have another beer. She's boring." But the smaller guy wasn't done.
"Nope, she wanted a fight. Didn't you, wildcat?" He circled her before he attacked again.
His punch is supposed to deface her but she blocks it so he resorts to brutal and unfair measure by kicking her in the leg instead.
A gasp from the bystanders and a loud scream. "Fight fair." tell him what he should be doing.
"If you can't pick on somebody your size at least stay fair." An older but well build man with a strange accent commands him.
"Lass, are you sure you're okay with this?" He then question Vy whether he should help.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Eyes never falter from following every move that Shane makes, even as he circles around Vy as though she were his prey. Is this supposed to intimidate her? Because it's working as well as all of his strategies tonight, failing miserably. Just like his next attempt at an attack. Once again she avoids having her face meet with his fists, making the gathering crowd cackle. Look who's laughing now. A wicked grin spreads across Vy's face while she stares at him questionably, as if to nonverbally wonder if that's all he's got.

"Sure did." She agrees to her desire for a fight, only to have a kick slam into her leg with a bad knee. Instantly her teeth dig into the inside of her cheeks, while she growls out the gruesome pain consuming her. Not sure the qualifications for a fair fight, but she can handle it nonetheless. She waves off the one trying to help her, as she coaxes her wound. This is not the time to appear weak.

A fist flies towards Shane's face, without a single moment of Vy seeming back together from his brutal kick. Element of surprise, might be the only thing left on her side. It carves into the side of his head, and hopefully has him rethinking his decisions. "I'm good." She reassures the one questioning if she's okay with this. "Though I have a feeling there's an even worse fight going on in the basement." Maybe if he's nice enough to help her, he'd step in for Matthew if things are just as unfair down there. Vy returns her attention back over to Shane, while trying to catch her breath with her hands on her knees. "That all you got?" She taunts and straightens up to get this over with.

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This dude has some guts, can't deny him of that. Despite his odds, and all that he's up against, he's still fighting as though he holds a solid chance. With it being four verses one, that's unlikely. But props to him for giving it his all. He even goes after the largest of them, and nails him perfectly in the knee. The pain is unbearable, enough to cause a big guy like him to whither down to the floor, possibly even out of the battle for good. The other three react instant, only to have the first one to approach kicked to his ass.

If only Matthew was simply fighting two, three even, because the attacks keep spiraling his way no matter how hard he retaliates. A foot slams his way now, being forceful enough to bring him to the floor as well. Just where they want him. Another kick impacts with Matthew stomach, to assure that he won't be going anywhere. He's already caused too much damage despite his circumstance. 'Bout time they get some revenge.

"Now see, this is where you belong." Johnathon mumbles with a slight chuckle. He bends down to Matthew's level, and places his shoe on top of his balled-up fist to harshly press down on it. "Stupid ass hole." He spits out, while his friends recollect themselves. Now to just wait and see if he's finished with his pathetic little game.