Chapter 18

Here I stand facing the douche bag king, ready to fight him. Personally I don't want to do this but I'm rather pissed off right now. He's made fun of Blanc on numerous occasions, tried to hit on Vert while calling me a fag, and has overall been a dick to Noire for coming up to us while we were talking.

There is nothing I want to do more than kick his smug idiotic ass. But I can't go out and use all my anger and frustration on him. Noire may not like how I can get on rare occurrences.

"Eat this!" Andrew takes a running charge at me. Such a predictable move, it makes me laugh that he thinks that will work. With a fist raised back to an incorrect amount, his entire body is left wide open.

All it takes to avoid this move is a simple side step. He's too dumb to react and charges none the less. As soon as he passes me, I palm strike his gut.

"*Thud* Ugh!"

The force of this causes him to be pushed back far enough that I can regain a proper fighting stance. "Had enough yet?" I ask rhetorically.

"Die asshole!" I think Blanc is rubbing off on him from all the beatings that he has taken. Being close to each other now gives me a slight panic. At a distance an enemy can be seen and also predictable. However, in close quarters combat, anything can happen to either side of the fight.

"*Swoosh, Swoosh, Swoosh*"

He throws a few punches my way. Nothing I can't handle though, for blocking all three is easy as getting him angry. "Jack…" I hear Noire say to herself lightly from the sidelines. This causes me to lose my composure for a split second but that's enough for me to let my guard down.

"*Thud!* Agh…"

That kind of hurt, it's not too bad though. I can take more of a punishment than that though. Now that he's closer to me than before, it is a perfect time for a counterstrike. He hasn't stopped hitting my gut mind you, I said before I am able to take a punishment.

Once he raises his fist back, my own goes back as well. As soon as he punches, I side step enough to were he misses me completely. Confused is the only world I will use for him right now. With the fist I have raised back, it goes forward like a human missile.

"*Crack!*" I think his nose broke again or even more than it was from the punch I landed on his face.

Naturally he falls back from the force but I won't let him off that easy. Grabbing the hand of his falling body I pull him back up close and hit him again. "*Crack* *Thud, Thud, Thud*" Various sounds can be heard from my constant assault on his face.

A little bit of blood is seeping from his nose and comes into contact with my hand. I was hoping to not dirty myself with the blood of the ignorant but whatever. There is nothing more to do show him. My grip of his hand subsides and he falls to the ground once more.

"Now have you had enough? You're only making yourself look like even more of an ass by fighting."

"Not… until *Cough*… I make *Cough Cough Cough*… you bleed!"

So much energy coming from a man who can barely stand on his own two feet. I'm about ten seconds from just walking away from this ass wipe. He's already been broken, why continue to fight if you know you've already won?

Although the universe has a way with proving me wrong lately. He regains what little composure he has left and is prepared to fight. This time around I'm not going to block, I'll just going to block and see what happens.

Again he charges at me thinking I won't do anything. All I do is side step once more and trip him when he passes. Honestly it's like he's trying to get himself killed at my hand. "*Thud!*

That was an unusually loud thud he just made when he made contact with the hard ground. Once more he stands back up and regains his balance. I knew Andrew was an idiot but I never knew he was insane to this degree. At this rate I'm going to actually kill a man, and the town will throw me a parade in my honor.

It's like no matter how many times I knock him down he gets up thinking he still has a chance. "Just give up already Andrew. I've won this scuffle of ours. I don't want to hurt you anymore but if you leave me no choice then I will."

"Not until *Cough!*… you're dead!" He's got guts I'll give him that.

This time though when he stands up he's finally starting to wobble a bit. He's to his breaking point I know this now. One more trip and he's going to be down for the count. His fist rose up once more in an attempt to strike me.

The same routine will take place… I'll side step him in the same manner as before, he'll trip and we'll be done here. "What the?!" Some people came out of nowhere and are holding me in place.

Damn, he must've set this whole thing up. There are four people in total that I'm fighting now. I can't move though, the three people holding me are too strong for me to break free. I knew he was a rat, but to stoop this low? Not even pity is felt for him. There is only one thing that can happen now… I'm going to get my ass handed to me, by a rat none the less.

"Ha ha, how's it feel *Cough* to be trapped?"

"Better than staring at your face." If I'm going to go down I'm going to have fun with it. My fate is sealed, this is where I die. Knowing Andrew and the idiots he hangs out with their going to kill me with a smile on their faces.

"You're gonna regret that!"

"*Thud! Thud! Thud!*" His fist repeatedly hits my face with about half as much force as he could usually muster.

"Agh! Is that the best you can do?"

"Go to hell!"

"*Thud thud thud *" Another wave of punches rains down on me. Not just hitting my face anymore, now targeting my torso. Still only a fraction of his real strength. I feel defeated, I can't move and I'm forced to watch myself get the crap kicked out of me.

"Ahh!"

It's starting to actually hurt now. Noire hopefully won't interfere like I asked her to. Andrew is the kind of guy who will hit anyone, even girls without a second thought. In my current state, I can only glance to where Noire is.

Her eyes are more wide than I've ever seen them become. Both hands of hers are placed over her mouth at the disbelief of what's happening. In her eyes, I'm weak… no I'm just plain pathetic. Noire and the others won't want to hang out with a loser like me after this.

"*Thud, Thud, Thud, Thud, Thud, Thud, Thud!*" Coming down on me now is a barrage of hits. Pain is the only thing that's keeping me from totally yelling out to the world how weak I am. I claim to be more intelligent than most of my age. And yet I forgot the possibility that he would pull something like this.

"AHHH!" Now the amount of pain I'm in is finally showing. Tears are rolling down my face in response. It's official, I'm pathetic if I am losing to the roach.

"*Thud, Thud, Thud, Thud.*

"Stop… Stop it!" Noire is yelling from the side of the makeshift arena. To make matters worse, the other seven are now watching me get my ass handed to me. Even Blanc just sits there petrified at the scene. If she won't stand up to it, I'm as good as dead.

This is where it all ends… where I die. I lived a good life so far, made some new friends along the way. I'm sorry… to Nepgear… to Uni… Noire and Blanc. Rom and Ram forgive me. Even Neptune… don't pity me in death.

Yet… something compels me to fight back. Like there is another version of me within myself. This is… the will to live. Yes! I don't want to die. For once in my life I don't want to finally die.

When his fist comes at me again, I make my move. My head goes up and my mouth goes open as wide as it can. The top of his fist is in my mouth and I bite down as hard as I can. Sure it hurt when I caught it but he'll be in even more pain than I'll ever be in.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!"

My teeth continue to dig into his skin, all while the three guys holding me are trying to break me off of Andrew. But the more they pull, the more pain goes through Andrew's body.

Finally, my bite gets strong enough to where his skin breaks. I can feel his blood pouring out of the new wound. Not feel though… I can taste it. The initial response to this is screaming followed by begging me to let him go.

The idiotic thresh of Andrew causes his goons to break their grip on me slightly. This is more than a good opportunity to make my escape. My right arm breaks free of one of their grips. It goes out as far as I can stretch it, then goes back as fast as I can make it.

"*Crack/Thud!*

My elbow makes contact with his jaw, with enough force to crack his mandible. He can't say anything in response since enough nerves were hit to knock him out cold. One bastard down, three even bigger assholes to go.

At this point all parties are realizing what's going on but can't react fast enough to stop my blood rush. The arm I just used is cocked back naturally from my last strike. This time it does a classic punch on the guy to my left.

"Son of a bitch!"

The angle I hit him at wasn't enough to get him to let go but gets him to falter enough to break my left arm free. "Christ!" The dunce to my left yells after he realizes what's about to happen.

Much like the first guy, my left arm cocks back and I elbow him. Not in the jaw this time though. Instead the forehead, either way he's still knocked out from the blow. Damn I'm on a role. I sure hope Noire doesn't freak out at this.

Andrew is still flailing around from the wound I gave him and two of the three stooges are down for the count. One is left behind me now holding my torso. I don't even need to do anything to this one.

He's smart enough to let me go and run away. Good lord I'm becoming a person I knew a long time ago. He had a dark past that he never liked to talk about. What was his name again? Began with a J or something.

All that's left is Andrew and he's in immense pain from the broken skin. He won't fight anymore I'm sure of it. Stopping in his tracks, he gives me a dirty look. I know it all too well, he's going to try to actually kill me.

"I won't lose to a fag!"

He pulls out a switchblade from his pocket and makes the blade come out. Holy shit he's going to attempt to kill me here and now. Has he lost too much blood? Surely he doesn't think that that'll work on me. I am more than capable of dodging or disarming his knife.

Screw it, I'm going to make him suffer for everything he's done to me.

Now the fool makes his move. He's obviously on the verge of passing out since he wobbles a lot when he runs. Finally he gets near me, that's his first mistake. Next mistake on Andrew's part is swinging his knife at me. "Ie ashhole!"

I grab his wrist and stop his hand from going any further. In his weakened state, he just lets go of his weapon. Now the knife is in my hand, the look on his face is priceless. "Wait man! You can't do this to me! I'm sorry… I'm sorry!"

So once the tables turn he's sorry for what he's done? Pathetic, truly pathetic in my book. I'm going to enjoy killing him. Even if a judge doesn't see it as self defense I still have eight witnesses to testify that I was indeed defending myself.

Wait… did I just say I was going to kill him? That can't be right… Rom and Ram are here, what would young girls do if they see me kill a man? Everyone is here, I can't kill him even if we all want to.

"*Thud*"

The knife drops to the ground from my hand. Andrew looks like he's just seen a ghost, his face is so terrified. Everyone except Blanc lets out a sigh of relief. Blanc's case being a grunt of disappointment. It's so like her to want to see a man die.

"Go… before I change my mind."

That's all I will say to Andrew, and that's all it takes. He starts scurrying away like the rat he is. Hopefully this will be a lesson he won't soon forget.

"Jack!" all of them cheer as I stand lone. Well not lone anymore since I have eight people around me now. "Whoa, careful… I may be alive but I still need space."

All of them step back a little bit before returning to there cheering. I don't know why they cheer, I almost killed a man. It could be just because I'm ok, that was quite a beating I took back there. Not as bad as the three I took out. At least one was smart enough not to mess with me.

"I'm… glad you're alright." Rom says to me in a soft tone.

It's impossible to make out what the rest of them say after that. So much chatter from seven people it's crazy. Whatever, I'm alive to see my friends again, that's all that matters to me now.

"Enough of this, that fight really worked up an appetite. I'm going for another Clam strip basket."

"Wait, what about those two?" Nepgear points to the two guys I knocked out earlier.

"Leave them, they smelled of booze anyway when they were up close."

"Whatever, I for one would've taken them hostage and made a whole lot of money. Then bought two tons of pudding!" Yes you would Neptune, yes you would.

We all start walking back to the fish fry stand to get some more food. It's worth the wait this time, I deserve this… sort of. Before too long it's time to get back to the stands to play the fight song. Sure I may have a headache but it subsided by the magic of fried clams.

It's not over yet I can already tell. Even after tonight's happenings Andrew is going to keep annoying the piss out of me. Oh well, I'll cross that bridge when I get there. And I'll do it in locked arms with my eight greater than clam strips friends.

A/N: This is the first time I've ever attempted to write a fight scene. If any of you would like to Pm me on suggestions be my guest. See you in the next update.