Zavien
I think all things,
in their way,
in their way,
He stood there in the silence with a smile on his face, waiting for their response. Zavien didn't have to wait long as the nearest goon took a grab at his collar. The kitten *meow*-ed in protest, using its needle-sharp claws to leap from his arms and down the alley. So that's how it's gonna be. Annoyed that the man would risk harming the innocent creature, he blocked the incoming punch, throwing an uppercut to the gut in response. "That was rude." His opponent collapsed to the ground with a groan and Zavien looked up just in time to see a dagger coming down at him. He grabbed the worker's wrist, using his other hand to disarm him, but before he could get another hit in, a blunt weapon hit the back of his head.
Dazed, Zavien stumbled a step and squeezed his eyelids closed to get rid of the stabbing pain behind his eyes. A ringing persisted in his ears. One of the men took advantage of his momentary vulnerability to land a solid punch to his jaw. "Ugh." A copper taste exploded in his mouth, kicking his instincts into high gear. Without a second thought, he swerved under the next swing of the club, bringing his hand behind the man's head to pull him into his upward knee. A sickening crunch sounded and he had to resist the urge to apologize. These men attacked first. He was just defending himself - and the woman. Remembering her, he glanced up to make sure she wasn't being attacked as well but their attention appeared to be focused on him.
The distraction was enough for another onslaught of attacks and Zavien proceeded to dodge the majority of them, only taking a slice to his arm after the dagger was reclaimed - to be promptly discarded again - and a hard blow to the shoulder. After the scuffle was over, each man had sustained their own multitude of injuries, however, the assailants looked worse than he did, hunched over in discomfort and grumbling about 'needing to get back.' They supported each other, starting to retreat back down the alley.
Zavien stretched his aching arm and turned to the woman with a smile. She appeared untouched, although an attack may have slipped through during the melee. "Are you okay?" he asked in concern.
Dazed, Zavien stumbled a step and squeezed his eyelids closed to get rid of the stabbing pain behind his eyes. A ringing persisted in his ears. One of the men took advantage of his momentary vulnerability to land a solid punch to his jaw. "Ugh." A copper taste exploded in his mouth, kicking his instincts into high gear. Without a second thought, he swerved under the next swing of the club, bringing his hand behind the man's head to pull him into his upward knee. A sickening crunch sounded and he had to resist the urge to apologize. These men attacked first. He was just defending himself - and the woman. Remembering her, he glanced up to make sure she wasn't being attacked as well but their attention appeared to be focused on him.
The distraction was enough for another onslaught of attacks and Zavien proceeded to dodge the majority of them, only taking a slice to his arm after the dagger was reclaimed - to be promptly discarded again - and a hard blow to the shoulder. After the scuffle was over, each man had sustained their own multitude of injuries, however, the assailants looked worse than he did, hunched over in discomfort and grumbling about 'needing to get back.' They supported each other, starting to retreat back down the alley.
Zavien stretched his aching arm and turned to the woman with a smile. She appeared untouched, although an attack may have slipped through during the melee. "Are you okay?" he asked in concern.
reflect heavenly truth,
the imagination not least.
the imagination not least.
