They had stopped all activity to glare at him. The ring leader, lowered his fist slightly, moving himself off of the girl, who turned to glare at him instead. "And wha'ddya want?" the ring leader asked, his voice holding a slight accent, two sharp canines revealing themselves when he spoke. His jacket was slightly dirty, a small rip here and there which seemed to be the only damage, his hair untouched and still shiny,
"Well i was thinking that maybe you'd let me join your party, boys." Butch took a step towards him, making the green-skinned man backing away slowly. The rest of the boys stood still, holding the girl securely to the ground. She growled and tried to wiggle free, having the short one bite her rib. She growled slight in pain, gritting her teeth. His eyes traced her figure, seeing her small cuts and bruises she might have gotten from the idiot gang. Good thing he hadn't gotten here any later.
"Get outta' here, she's our property." Now, by no means was Butch a goody-two shoes or a hero. In fact he and his brothers were the total , that didn't mean he didn't respect the freedom of others. So when hosers like these were deciding that they owned people, Butch had to get serious.
"Hey. I suggest you let her go." his tone had lost all playfulness, the single light of the lamppost illuminating his figure from behind, shadowing his face and body. It sent shivers down the gangs back, able to see his forest-eyes. He was mad. "O-or what? What's a stupid teenager like you going to do about it?"
The man had stepped back and began to laugh at him, the rest of his crew following along. The girl looked at Butch, a single drop of sweat running down her cheek, as she watched, slightly impressed by his bravery. I mean, most people would ignore it and continue walking. Running away. But he hadn't. In fact the opposite, he went straight up to them. Was he crazy? Or stupid? "Look at him boys. trying to scare us-" and the green-eyed man continued to laugh.
Butch smiled with them, and unbeknownst to the other male he had already sent his fist flying, hitting the other in the cheek, a nice punch that sent him knocking into the ground. The laughter stopped from the rest of his gang as they stared in bewilderment. Wow. One of the other gang members took a step. "Acccceee?" oh, it was the snake-like man. His voice sounding a bit unrealistic and off.
Ace? So that was the guys name. Nice to know who's ass he kicked. "Hey, get up." he watched Ace sturggle to get on his knees, and when he did, he managed to get up again. A trickle of blood fell from his mouth down his chin, Ace wiping it off with the back of his hand. "You fucking asshole!" he shouted, angrily shaking his fist. "What the hell are the rest of you waiting for? Get him!" and they did.
One by one they attacked him, Butch being able to quickly get rid of the short one, and the fidgety spitter. The snake one had attacked from behind while the big one tried to grab onto him. He had ducked under the large hands of the green-oaf and kicked away the snake-like one. He was outnumbered, but they were outmatched. He grinned, throwing the spitter over his shoulder and onto the snake-man.
The short one jumped down onto his back, biting his neck. It stung a little, but his skin was tougher, and Butch pushed him off, jumping and kicking the big guy in the face. Ace stood up and tried to tackle him, only managing to get punched in the chest and knocking the wind out of him. Wow. The girls green eyes were the size of dinner plates, watching them fall over and over, not a single scratch on the boy.
Who was he? How was he able to take them all down? Much less by himself? Many questions swarmed in her head as she continued watching him take them down. Of course she noticed that he wasn't the only amazing one. Each one of the gang members managed to get up after each hit, persistently. However it wouldn't last, they were reaching their limit. It would be over soon.
"Argh-!" Ace growled, being knocked down once again. He was sick of this. He walked over to the girl and roughly pulled her up by the roots of her hair. She gasped in pain her arms immediately shooting out to grab her hair in attempt for him to let go. She was not weak. But that didn't mean she couldn't be brought pain. And this hurt a lot. She was brought to her feet, her eyes closed in pain. "Let go-!" her voice slightly cracking.
Butch stopped attacking, his eyes widening as the girl struggled to break free. Her hair in the hands of Ace. He grit his teeth, stopping his movement. "Do one more thing and her hair comes off!" Ace shouted, hurtfully moving her hair around. She cried out for a second before harshly biting her tongue, iron flooding her taste buds. Her eye peeked opened for a second before widening.
Ace looked like a mess. Sweat was running down his face and he was as pale (despite his green skin) as a ghost. He was shaking and his eyes the size of dinner plates. He was terrified. Almost like he was gonna lose his life. And then she saw why. She looked forward and she froze in place.
In front of her stood a demon. Glowing green eyes were the only thing she could make out from the shadow along with a body. Not enough to make detail. But enough to know that Ace was screwed. It was enough to even scare her, alot. He really looked like a demon.
"Now I'm pissed."