Thread: A Love Bite?

Thomas nodded, rolling up his suit sleeves he said to himself, Really, and they say boys and their toys are bad? Thomas walked easily up the the man, a typical valley boy deush bag. Thomas spoke to him, I'm here for Elise's car, we have any problems? The man sneered that cocky arrogant sneer that seemed welded on people like this face. he nodded, You do now boy, I went to the Pack for protection from that bitch, go get him BOYS! Thomas didn't blink when eight guys suddenly became visible. They hadn't teleported or anything just been blending in with the crowd, and shadows. Thomas felt a smirk o his face as he removed his sunglaasses, One warning, Elise said I get the car, not how many bones to break getting it fuck with the best end up like the rest. Thomas put the sunglases into the container on his belt. The first one swung a tire iron. It flew fast but it was choreographed so easily Thomas could have ducked it in his sleep. Grabbing the large men Thomas gave him a savage headbutt to the nose turning as another one swung a straight punch but it was easy enough to go with using a classic jujitsu throw.The next one he gave a steel toed straight kick to the sternum, throwing a left elbow to the side of the head to keep him down. Even as he threw himself to the side to avoid chain swung by Mr. 4, the other four charged him. Thomas however wouldn't have lasted as long as he did without learning to adapt. Grabbing Mr One's tire iron he swing for the fence's taking out Mr. 5' knee cap the jammed it into the side of his head. Mr. Six kicked at him but Thomas blocked it with the tire iron and lashed out sending the guy to unconsciousness with a single swing. Seven, Eight, and four were left. Eight pulled out a switch blade, seven holding a wrench, and four was spinning his chain. Thomas knew they weren't going to give him an opening. He turned as if going to run before turning and running as fast as he could the six feet between them using a flying tackle to send all three men to the ground. Then bringing the tire iron down hard. Four was sent to oblivion and he broke seven's hand before they threw him off. Getting up he cracked seven with the end of the tire iron knocking out his front teeth. Mr. eight however was skilled with that switch blade Thomas had nasty cut on his arm And was trying to defend himself with the tire iron, just too damn long to get in a strike. Finally he grabbed the mans hand and headbutted him, before knocking the knife away and jamming the tire iron into his throat sending him down. Thomas turned towards the final guy, only to hear a low growl. Turning around he saw the feral rush and bulging muscles of were's. Thomas tossed the tire iron at one and slide kicked two others but by the time he was up and around he had five large wolf men glaring at him. The largest, the one that had been Mr. 1 moved forward, Thomas pulling his knife as he ducked cutting across Mr 1's left kidney then jabbing him in the back dozen times before moving back. As the wolf fell Thomas stepped forward and gave him boot to the face. Thomas looked around as the pack jumped he pulled a whistle and blew HARD. The wolf men's howls of pain grew loud they screamed and whimpered as Thomas kept blowing, and blowing, and blowing until he was tarting to go blue in the face. When he finally stopped all the wolf men had blood rushing form their ears. Thomas took a hammer laying nearby and smashed all of the stunned wolf men in the head. Putting the dog whistle back in his pocket he punched the Deush and took the keys Gunning the engine to go and meet up with his new boss. Thomas was mentally figuring in dry cleaning and a new shirt into how much he was going to charge her.