kick some ass? // Manhattan Boys

[Skittery James]

Skittery used the chain he had to smack a guy in the face after he took a blow to the head. He shook it off, the punch just made him more angry really. He had a hang over from the party Specs had to throw and now? Grumbling he jumped on the guy, using all of his size and weight to knock the guy to the ground before he knocked him in the face with his chain.

Hungover was not a good way to fight but it triggered his temper a lot easier than normally. He looked around for Specs and grunted. "Hey! Where the fuck is Blink at a time like this!?" The man tried to hit him again and annoyed at being disrupted Skittery hit the guy hard in the face once more with his chain covered fist.

"You want it again! Huh!? You ain't even worth it.." he hit him one more time, satisfied the man was unconscious before he got up. Not even moments later he was tackled by another guard.

The fun never stops. Muttering as the man caught him in the jaw with his head, the bleery eyed Manhattaner elbowed him in the back of the neck and kneed him in the nose. Being one of the taller boys had it's advantages, that was for sure. But it was also a pain in the ass. The guards thought he would take down easier. His mind kept saying, get someone else for fuck sake. But he really wasn't getting anywhere with that kind of thinking.

A well placed punch to the jewels with chain covered fist sent the man to the ground and Skittery just kicked him in the face on the way. "Sonova bitch! Anyone else want a fucking piece? I'm all pissed off now.."

[mush]

Mush watched the battle of Skittery evolve and morph into this super Skittery attack plan. He was impressed to say the least. But as he was enthralled with Skittery's fighting he was distracted and attacked, a punch right to the stomach. That made him double over for a moment before he stepped on the guy's toes, causing him to double over, and then Mush stood up and sent a punch to the jaw, causing him to come up right and spin around straight.

Mush raised an eyebrow as if to say, "you aren't gonna win," before socking him in the stomach and then slamming him to the ground, where the man passed out. He nodded to Skitter and was sure to keep his guard up from then on, lest he get attacked again!

[Kid Blink]

((This thread needs some undeadifying before the Manhattan boys lose their reputation! ...Even though the plot's pretty much petered out already... Eheh... ;D ))


Being late to the party had its drawbacks--he missed that first-charge adrenaline rush, missed the look of dumbfounded surprise on the guards' faces when they realized a bunch of pissed-off kids wouldn't be as easily taken down as they'd first thought...

But it also had its advantages. Being late had him come across another group of latecomers--Dutchy, Snoddy and their friends. And Dutchy's blacksmith friend had brought branding irons and fire pokers to the game, even had a portable kiln to heat them up in. Blink had been held up with an ill-timed heart-to-heart with his ol' Cajun Queen, but had gladly traded his wooden bat for a glowing iron.

Rushing into battle, Blink had easily spotted Skittery in the crowd, given away as much by his overwhelming pinkness as by his thundering and pissed-off hangover-voice, and joined his group.

"Sorry I'm late!" Blink said, swinging his iron at a guard, liking the slight tremor in the tool as it seared the flesh of his jaw. He passed a grin to Skittery as the guard yowled and jerked away, trying to avoid the next strike. "What'd I miss?"

[Racetrack Higgins]

(("A rumble ain't a rumble without me!" Anyone, anyone? I'm back with a vengeance! ))

Racetrack
There was something about fighting that could change a person. Minutes ago, Racetrack was so scared he'd been rendered nearly silent the entire walk over. Right before the fighting, his heart was in his throat. But as soon as he ran...the moment the first shout pierced the night, the moment the first shot rang out, when everything was at its most dangerous and deadly...then the glory began, too. Adrenaline made him jittery, he scampered around almost as if this was a game, lethal and stupid and he wouldn't have it any other way. He attacked one man from behind, throwing all his weight behind the lead pipe that he swung at the man's head. The man fell in a heap to the ground, like a stack of books collasping into itself. Racetrack whooped. "Kick some ass!" he screamed, and grinned to anyone who was around. Here and now, in this...he wouldn't mind death. If this was what walking to sure death felt like, it was pretty damned extraordinary.

Specs
"Ahhhhhhh SHIT!" Specs groaned, brought to his knees by the pain in his shoulder. He'd kept from getting shot again only by falling to the ground after the first time, and it wasn't that hard to fake. Specs had heard stories of cowboys and army men who could keep marching with bullet holes on them. He now realizes that those men must have been made of iron. Bullets. Fugging. Hurt. Specs looked up, his glasses bleary and smeared with dirt, at the scene around him. He couldn't tell who was winning. He kept a hand clamped over his wound, wondering if it was the right thing to do, and cried out to the next newsie who passed him. "Hey! Hey, help me out!" He tried to get to his feet but good God it hurt to move and he needed someoe to help him out so he wouldn't have to just sit there like a schmuck. "Fuggin' bastards..." he muttered. When would it all be over?

[Skittery James]

Skittery growled and turned to see Race with a smirk before he got taken down by one of the guards, swearing louldy he smacked him in the face with his chain before the guy grabbed his arm and twisted it, he heard a loud POP and yelped, pressing his face into the ground as pain blinded him. That did NOT sound nor feel good. But he used adrenaline, anger and his other arm to wrap the chain around the mans neck and pull, HARD until the guy was gasping and finally stopped moving.

Then Skitts fell to the ground and cried out as his arm just hung there. "FUCK!"