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Chapter 4


Lincoln was absolutely seething upon seeing a man dare to try and strike a woman for the second time. He hated that he wasn't there sooner to prevent him from throwing the first attack. Whenever he thought of a girl getting hurt, especially by a man, his mind couldn't help but imagine one of his sisters being the victim. So maybe that was why his mind just snapped and his body moved on its own! Or maybe it was because he hated seeing a woman get hurt in general. Whatever the case may be, upon seeing some asshole try to aggressively rush at a downed and defenseless brunette, all he could think of in that moment was one thing.. giving him an ass kicking he so clearly deserved. And damn, it felt amazing when he landed a kick right in his stupid mug. His left leg being the limb that threw the attack, his right foot firmly planted on the ground, keeping him from falling as his upper body slightly leaned off to the right.

"Back off!" Lincoln snarled as his kick sent the groaning goon known as Dan stumbling away before he lost his balance and slipped onto the floor with a roll.

The kick doing its job, Lincoln brought his foot back down to the floor hard, his loud stomp that followed echoing throughout the food court. "Ha!" He huffed, getting into a stance by Quintessa as he swiftly shuffled around her to shield her view from the man who had assaulted her.

"Dan!" The other goons exclaimed, bolting from their table to help their leader.

Now, with an awestruck Quintessa, she was still trying to process what just happened. One second she was thinking no one would come to her aid. Then come the next, a brave white-haired knight did just that, and his timing couldn't be anymore impeccable. She stared at Lincoln's broad back with blinking wide eyes, watching as he stood strong and at the ready to fight if need be. His legs were slightly spread and bended. His right arm was extended out a bit with his fist at the level of his abs, his open left hand hovering over his bicep. Boy, did he ever look cool with that serious look on his face, she thought.

"Are you okay, ma'am?"

Then his voice returned her to reality.

"W-What..?" She dumbly acknowledged, having been too entranced to hear what he said.

"I said, are you okay?" Lincoln asked once more, sounding gentle and genuinely concerned, glancing slightly over his shoulder to look at the brunette.

Quin's face glowed a light shade of red upon witnessing the handsome smile he flashed her... when he looked her straight in the eyes.

"I.. I'm fine.. Thank you.." She answered softly, Lincoln nodding contently at the response.

"That's good." Lincoln hummed, putting on his stern expression once more as he turned back to face the group of scum, who had just regrouped and were trying to get the disoriented leader back on his feet, which was proving to be a struggle due to the pain and dizziness Dan felt. "My apologies for not helping you sooner.." He snarled quietly at his failure. "But don't worry. I'm here now. And I won't let any of them lay another finger on you." He promised, glaring at his newfound enemies as his fist trembled due to his strong squeezing. "Mollie?" He called out to his partner, who was standing amongst the amazed crowd and sharing their expressions.

What had Mollie stunned initially was how quickly Lincoln had moved to save Quintessa upon seeing the predicament for themselves. She swears that she felt a strong gust of wind blow right at her when he zoomed off. So, what was her next reason to gaze on in astonishment still? It's a simple answer really, and it was that bright, blazing fire burning wildly in his eyes. Flames that were ignited by his determination to save those in need. Now, allow her to retract her earlier statement. He's still the same old Lincoln Loud she always knew.

Upon hearing Lincoln call her name, Mollie shook herself back to her senses and looked to the white-haired boy in attention. "What's up?" She firmly acknowledged as she was about to step up alongside him, but she stopped immediately after hearing Lincoln's request.

"Can you please take her to the office and make sure she's really okay?" Lincoln asked of his friend, cocking his head towards Quintessa.

After hearing him out, Mollie frowned, disappointed with his idea as it meant that she would be left out of the action. Man, she can never catch a break.. "But I can help you, Lincoln." She responded anxiously, not wanting to leave him to fight alone.

"I don't doubt that you can. But one of us needs to get her away from here and away from them." He shot her a glance over his other shoulder, smirking upon meeting her eye. "And as you can see, I've already chosen my role." He chuckled as he quirked his brows teasingly.

As much as she hated to do it, Mollie reluctantly admitted defeat as she released a low sigh. "Fine.." She groaned. But then, she couldn't help but smile at his cheeky remark. "You jerk.." She stifled a laugh as she got to doing the task that was forced upon her, swiftly moving to kneel beside Quintessa. Meanwhile, Lincoln lost his smirk and smiled gratefully.

"Thanks, Molls." With that, he turned back to face his opponents again, the group just now getting the dazed Dan back on his feet.

"Come on, Miss. Let's get you out of here." Mollie said urgingly to her fellow brunette, gaining Quin's attention as she quickly pried her sights away from her savior and looked at Mollie in surprise momentarily.

"B-But what about.." She looked back to Lincoln in worry. "him?" Why was her heart racing so nervously for him? She knew it wasn't in the way when someone is just afraid of the situation. But in the way that she was immensily worried about Lincoln's well-being. Someone who she had just met and hasn't even seen before in her life.

Someone... who was the only man to look her in the eyes first and not ogle her like she was some piece of meat..

Mollie gave her an assuring grin as she too looked at Lincoln for a second. "Oh, Lincoln? Nah, don't worry about him. He'll be just fine, trust me." She stated with confidence. "Now let's get a move on." She urged once more as she went to gather Quintessa's scattered stuff before putting them in her purse for her.

'Lincoln..' She's definitely gonna remember that name.

"Here you go." Mollie handed the purse to her once things were in order, Quin taking it quickly.

"Thank you." Said Quin.

When getting the buxom brunette standing again, that was when Mollie began to guide her away from the scene and to the security office, Quintessa shooting a final worried glance at the back of her hero's head before disappearing into the observing crowd.

'Be careful..' She wished him.

With the girls gone, Lincoln tilted his head side to side before rolling his shoulders to loosen himself up. The recording crowd backed up as they all had a feeling that things were going to get rowdy from here on out.

All right.. Time to get this show on the road.

"There you go, buddy." Said a goon to Dan's right.

"Damn, that's a pretty nasty bruise he gave you there man." A goon to his left pointed out.

"Must've been one hell of a kick." Commented another standing behind Dan, lightly patting his leader's back as he got up.

"You hanging in there all right, Dan?" Another one in the back questioned concerningly.

Stable enough to stand on his own, Dan growled as he yanked his arms out of his allies grasp and glared at them. "I'm fine, goddamn it!" He huffed while rubbing his kicked cheek, said allies raising their hands in surrender as they reeled their heads back slightly and gave him his space.

"Alright, alright. We hear you dude. Sorry we asked."

Dan gritted his teeth, holding back a sharp hiss as his touch caused a harsh sting. 'Goddammit, that fucking hurt!' He cursed as he looked forward and glared at the cause of his pain. Lincoln staring at him back with less intensity. 'This son of a bitch must have brass fucking balls to even try and hit me like that! No fucking way is he getting away with it!' Foolishly sticking with that thought and beyond pissed off, Dan breathed heavily with fury as he didn't dare break his gaze from Lincoln, his fists clenching strongly at his sides as his nails pierced the skin of his palms, shedding just a little bit of blood. "Let's fuck this asshole up." He suddenly ordered his crew with a hazy voice, his friends looking at him dumbfoundedly upon hearing him.

"H-Huh..?"

"I don't think that's such a good idea, man. This guy doesn't look like he'll go down without a fight." Obviously.

"Plus, he's a security guard! We'll get in such deep shit if we even try to take him on!" One cried out.

"I don't give a shit who or what he is! Like that bitch! He has to pay for fucking humiliating me!" Dan screamed, looking to his friends with an expression saying that he wasn't going to accept any excuses. They were either with him or against him. Their choice. Yeah, like he's the one they need to be afraid of.

Gulping under their leader's intimidating glare, the four guys looked at each other for a few seconds before conceding as they weren't about to argue with him. What choice did they have but to help him? He is their friend..

"Shit. All right, Dan. We got your back." One said as they all looked to Lincoln and put on their bravest faces.

"Good to know that you guys aren't complete pussies." Dan scoffed.

Ouch.. As much as they wanted to call the guy out on his harsh, blatant and unnecessary insult, they managed to hold themselves back from doing so as they sighed and chose to focus on the task at hand.

Hearing their entire conversation, Lincoln was well aware of their intentions and was ready to throw down if they were. However, just to be safe, he first needed to say. "You sure you guys wanna do this?" He calmly questioned. "Because if you do, I just want you to know that this is really only going to end one way." He warned them.

"Yeah, you're right! It'll end with you puking out your own fucking blood, prick!" Dan scowled. Not wasting anymore time, he gave his friends an order while cocking his head towards either side of Lincoln.

"Surround him!"

( Cue "War" by T-Moe and Clearside! )

And so they did as they were told as the goons moved in groups of two to circle around each of the Loud boy's sides. Lincoln smirked as his eyes went back and forth between the two groups, watching them for a few seconds before looking back to Dan, who chose to stay in front of him. All of them raised their ready fists and waited for someone to make the first move.

Oh, how this development brought a smile to Lincoln's face. After so long, finally he would get to have some real fun.

"Mmm, that's not exactly what I meant but.. close enough." Lincoln shrugged with a nonchalant chuckle. He then flexed his stance as he put on his "brawl" face. "Now, let's dance, shall we?" He growled.

'This guy..!' With an annoyed tsk, Danny responded. "With pleasure!" Dan gladly obliged his request, looking behind Lincoln at one of his guys. "Get him!" He barked.

( Song at 0:27 )

With an appalled gasp escaping the crowd, the ordered grunt obeyed as he charged at the white-haired fighter's back, raising a hand to throw a punch at him. "Take this, you bastard!" He warned. What an idiot!

"Hmph." Before the grunt could hit him, Lincoln tilted his body slightly to the right to dodge the attack, the motion making the fist go over his left shoulder.

The goon's eyes widened in shock upon witnessing how fast Lincoln had moved. And just when things couldn't get any worst for him, he cried out in alarm when he found himself flipping forward after Lincoln had tightly grabbed onto his wrist, twisted himself under his arm to face him, and sweeped one of his legs back. Upon landing roughly on the floor on his back, the lackey groaned as his face scrunched up into a pained expression. Lincoln wasn't finished with him yet as he quickly mounted the downed man and delivered a powerful right hook to his face. There was a brief silence after a loud smack rang.

One down, four to go..

Swiftly standing up after rendering his first victim unconscious, Lincoln got back into his stance and observed his temporarily dumbfounded, yet angry, opponents, eagerly waiting for one of them, or all of them, whichever they preferred, to come at him again. Hell, he dared them to.

"Shit, he got Chase!" One cried.

"Come here, asshole!" Getting his wish, Lincoln wiggled out his fingers as another one so foolishly charged at him. Then the other two grunts and Dan followed his lead afterwards. Oh, happy day!

When the next attacking grunt came up to him, Lincoln deflected a jab at his face by swiping the fist to his left with his right hand. Then he spun to come beside the goon and smacked his left elbow at the back of his head, making him stumble away and allowing Lincoln to deal with the others for now.

Turning to face Dan and another one of his goons, Lincoln grunted with the two swift kicks he swung at their stomachs, hitting them with enough power to air them out and make them fall back on their asses.

With the last non-stunned goon coming behind him to thrust a kick forward, Lincoln swiftly turned to him and caught the leg with his left arm, locking his arm around it and reaching his right hand to grab at the guy's shirt.

'Mommy!' The second victim internally cried, staring fearfully at a grinning Lincoln straight in the eyes.

Going on the offensive, Lincoln lightly yanked the goon's upper body towards him before thrusting a jab at his face, making him loudly grunt as his hands came up to cover his now bleeding nose. Lincoln then made him do a complete one-eighty after strongly pushing his leg off to the side.

After he was turned, the goon felt several pain surges go throughout his back as Lincoln immediately threw swift punches at him. After a few seemingly dozen hits, he was leaning back quite a ways until his neck came into contact hard with one of Lincoln's knees.

"Ha!" Lincoln dropped an elbow down onto his opponent's face before moving his leg out of the way and letting go of him, letting him flop down onto the floor. Finishing him off, the fighter lifted a leg up high.. "Aah!" and swung it down onto the grunt's vulnerable gut.

Two down, three to go..

Hearing rapid footsteps come up behind him, Lincoln turned around and strongly grabbed a grunt's fist with one hand before it could hit him, stopping it just an inch away from his chest. He quirked a brow when looking to who the balled hand belonged to.

'Aaah crap..' The man gulped when locking eyes with Lincoln. He then groaned and winced when Lincoln proceeded to twist his wrist back, making his body arch.

With a single raise of a leg, Lincoln snapped two kicks at the goon's stomach and chest before bringing his foot over his head and to the back of it. He quickly rolled the enemy forward to force him on his back, Lincoln rolling along with him in a sideways motion. Once on the floor, Lincoln moved to get his opponent's whole arm up between his thighs and he successfully got him in an arm bar.

Feeling like his arm would break, the goon cried out in excruciating pain as he tried to wiggle his way out of Lincoln's hold. But sadly for him, that wasn't working out so well as he couldn't even get Lincoln to loosen his hold. If anything, it only got stronger the more he tried.

Noticing the other two punks getting back up, Lincoln got this over and done with as he claimed his third victim's consciousness by thrusting a kick at the grunt's head after pushing himself up slightly, then he dropped the heel of his other foot down on his chest. Seeing the punk's eyes roll back into his head as he let out a fading groan, Lincoln threw the arm he grappled to return it to its owner before rolling back to stand up.

Three down, two more to go..

Dan and his last remaining conscious ally couldn't believe their eyes upon rising back to their feet, three of their guys.. just knocked and sprawled out over the floor around Lincoln. Looking as if they were taken out without putting up much of a fight.

'Who the hell is this guy?!' The last grunt thought as he trembled when he looked to the fighter, sweat accumulating fast on his face as he couldn't stop his body from shaking.

'Useless! Every damn one of them!' Dan complained as he glared at his downed friends for a moment before steering his sights up to Lincoln. His anger burned even more when they locked eyes.

Lincoln proceeded to give them a choice..

"Now, I'm gonna give you guys one last chance. Surrender quietly and face the consequences of your actions. Or... end up like your buddies over here." He glanced at the three he had taken out before looking back to Dan smugly. "The choice is yours. I don't mind either way."

"Uh D-D-Dan.." The unnerved grunt called as he tried to look to his leader, but couldn't as he was scared to look away from Lincoln for even a second. Fearing that he may just be tricking them. It was a pointless fear as Lincoln wasn't unfair as to do something like that. "I-I vote we g-go for the first option." He gulped.

"Screw that! Giving up isn't an option! This guy's going down! One way!" The frustrated Dan went on the offensive as he ran straight at the fighter. "Or another!" It's like he didn't remember how that move worked out for him the last time. Or how it worked out for his friends.

"Dan, stop!" The goon cried out urgently, but his voice fell on deaf ears as Dan, unfortunately, refused to listen to him.

'Bad choice.' Thought Lincoln.

Reeling his left shoulder far back and angling himself to evade a punch from Dan, Lincoln's left hand grabbed onto the leader's forearm before he used his right elbow to strike him in the bicep and head. He grabbed Dan's head under his arm and kneed him twice in the gut, making him jolt and grunt with each hit. He immediately let go of the guy's dumb dome and rolled his arm back to swing an uppercut at Dan's face. The force of the punch made Dan's head launch backwards to make him stand in a sluggish fashion, spittle and some blood shooting out of his mouth. His arms flailed beside him in the process. To finish him off, Lincoln quickly took a step back before jumping to spin once in the air, readying a foot to strike the final blow on the arrogant man when he would come to face him again.

Dan's eyes widened as the last thing he saw before everything went black on him.. was a sneakered foot coming straight for his face.

Whack!

The now done for Danny was launched back straight onto the floor, joining those who were also so easily defeated by Lincoln.

"Ha!" After landing on one foot first before the other, Lincoln stanced himself once more as he looked down at the one he had just beaten. He huffed out air through his nose as he relaxed himself and stood straight while unclenching his fists. "It's been fun.. Danny boy." He chuckled.

( End of song )

Four down, one to go..

Narrowing his eyes, Lincoln looked up to see the last goon quivering in place while gazing at him with fear in his eyes, the lone guy scared absolutely shitless.

"So, what are you going to do?" Lincoln asked him casually.

The grunt flinched when he spoke, reeling himself back a step. "Pl-Please don't hurt me! I didn't want to fight! Honest! That was all them! All Dan! H-How 'bout this? I'll leave here and never come back! I swear, I won't! So please, I beg of you, spare me!" Jeez, pathetic much.

With him obviously no longer being a threat, Lincoln sighed as he lowered his guard and softened his expression.

He actually felt sympathy for the guy after seeing him look so weak. But did he deserve that sympathy? Maybe not if he knew their intentions with Quintessa. Speaking of which, that's what he plans to find out next. "If that is your choice, then fine. I'll let you be.." The goon sighed in immense relief. However, he wasn't allowed to truly relax just yet.

"But, answer me this first. Why did he..." Lincoln cocked his head at Danny by his feet. "attack that woman?" Lincoln interrogated as he shot a glare, threatening the anxious grunt with pain by balling his fists. "And don't you lie to me!" He warned.

Not having the mental strength to lie under his threat, the panicked grunt didn't hesitate to blurt out the truth.

After nearly a minute had gone by, Lincoln heard the disgusting story behind the situation. Well, only part of it as the goon only told him what he knew. He'd have to get the rest of the story from Quintessa later on. He would ask Dan, but he figured that he would just try to bullshit his way throughout that whole conversation, and he didn't want to deal with something that would undoubtedly be a waste of his time and energy.

After hearing how they intended to lure Quintessa away from the mall and.. defile her as a group somewhere else. Lincoln, he wasn't happy. Not one little bit as the intensity of his glare on the grunt increased tenfold. His figure gave off a dark and frightening aura. How he despised scum like that..

In the grunt's point of view, it was like death himself was staring him down without remorse. Furious and very much eager to claim his soul at that very moment. Why didn't he just keep his damn mouth shut?

The crowd wasn't happy either as they all just looked at the group with disgust and disdain. Yup, on the internet their recordings go once this was all over. If it exposes awful human beings like them to the public, they didn't see a problem with it, nor did Lincoln. It was their form of justice in their eyes.

Speaking up with a growling voice, Lincoln said. "After hearing all that. I'm afraid now that I can't let you leave here..." He paused as he grinned wickedly.

"Sir.."

Five down, none to go..


A/N: Boom! First fight scene done! Oh man, it was so much fun writing this up. XD And this was just one of the easy fights. Really can't wait to get to the more.. complicated fights! Wooh!


The Harem! ( So far )

- The Loud Sisters!

- Rita

- Mollie

- Thicc QT ( Quintessa Taylor )


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