Thread: Street Savior (Alessa and Yenpointfive)

Connor was aware of these two men. This statement alone didn't mean a whole lot. Well, it did, he decided, but there were plenty of people he was aware of that were better off for it, the girls for instance. Sara wasn't quite on this list yet. He was aware of someone in the alley who'd likely be a target for these men on their nocturnal romp, but this still filtered into background noise. Connor wasn't what you'd expect when you heard the legend. For one, he wasn't much more than 24. Then there was the dress code that this position generally entailed. He was pretty sure that people didn't actually wear purple suits with floppy hats but whatever it was that they did wear, it probably wasn't jeans, a t-shirt for German power metal band Edguy, and a white hoodie on which someone had carefully reproduced the flag from 7 samurai with black fabric paint. His hair was slightly shaggy and a nice shade of blond that went well with his emerald green eyes. Honestly, the woman beside him looked to be dressed a bit more normally. Admittedly, the rather tight pants she was wearing and the cut of her top, in addition to how she moved, suggested she did a most specific trade. When Sara reached them there was a blur of motion as the woman quickly grabbed her, pinning the girl against her self and holding her there, though trying to be as gentle as she could. Shh. Your safe now. You might want to close your eyes though... He's been on a samurai movie kick. Honestly, he'd been on an anything with sword fights in it kick, hence the hoodie. Fortunately for this passing fancy, he owned several swords. Tonight he'd gone with a katana and in that spirit had just watched Kill Bill. No, it wasn't a good place to learn how to fight from, but these men didn't demand a good fight. If they could put up with a good fight he'd have shot out their knees from a nearby rooftop, let them holler for a little while, and then finished them off, once again, from the safety of the roof top. They were just lowly thugs, and bad at it, which meant he got to have fun , and people didn't like thinking too heavily about what sort of things Connor could find fun with men such as this. He broke into a whistle as he approached them. One guy got as far as The fuck is your problem? before Connor struck at him. It was a surprisingly good cut. Shallow enough to avoid hitting the spine but yes, the man's intestines were now hanging out of his torso. The next man took a swing at him with the knife but he simply stepped aside, producing a knife of his own from his sleeve, and inserting it into the man's kidney, he followed up with a low slice to the tendons in the back of his ankles and this man dropped too. It comes to mind, brothers, that you've had ample warning that this sort of behavior isn't to be tolerated. He said as he pulled out a lighter and flicked it on and off. They weren't paying attention, least of all the one trying to scoop his intestines back in. They were watching him yes, but this message was more incase someone else was listening. They weren't of course, but he'd say it anyway because that's how he did things. It'd be hard to catch over them pleading for their lives. You think that this is about business. Don't go after my girls and that's alright. No, wrong, bzzzt. He did the buzzer sound popular on gameshows quite well. What we're talking about is basic human morality. People think that these parts of town are just bad people, but I've met some wonderful people here, people who don't deserve to put up with people like you, brothers. He continued to flick the lighter as he walked to the end of the alley where he traded another woman in sensible though somewhat revealing clothing, the katana for a large metal gasoline can. Now! He bellowed, prompting the man who could still stand to do so with his armful of intestines, only to be clubbed in the head when Connor swung the gas can at it, dropping him quickly with a truncated groan. You can stop begging now. I've heard a great many defenses for bad behavior... He popped the gas can open and started to drench the now sobbing men. Just look at me... I kill people for fun and I'm still trying to make the world a better place. What's your excuse? With that he flicked the lighter and dropped it, ignoring the men's wails as they burned. He walked back over to the woman and Sara. She'll let you go if you like. If you want we can give you a warm meal, a coat, and some new shoes. You'd be free to leave afterward. If you'd like a job and a roof over your head, and you've got the stomach to possibly put up with another night like tonight, we can do that too. He gave her a warm smile as he reached out and rested a hand on her cheek. If you can't trust me that far, I'd like to ask that whatever you do or think about tonight, try to remember that I am trying to be the good guy.