Thread: Misquamicut State Beach

Name Jackson Pierce Nickname Jax Attire Black cargo pants, black leather studded belt with concealed blade in buckle, plain black sleeveless tee, Black Red Sox Hoodie, black converse sneakersClassic high tops. Weapons None to the untrained eye Location Misquamicut State Beach Tagging OPEN Jackson nodded in response when the man thanked him as he went to work on the restraints. Once he popped the lock on one of the cuffs and the man spoke of company, Jackson's head shot towards the direction the man was looking. Fuck.... ,he breathed out before turning his attention back to the man. Some....never really fought but I've been taught a few things ,he rambled out, the fear although clear he was trying to hide it was apparent in his tone. When the man then told Jackson to get behind him, the young man nodded. Yeah that's probably best ,he agreed before stepping behind the man as the four approached them. Neanderthals ,Jackson breathed out from behind Snow as the group spoke of the two. When the group reached the two and the fight broke out, Jackson did his best to steer clear of any blows while also keeping close to the man protecting him. He was no fool and knew damn well if he tried to intervene he'd be killed or at least badly hurt. The young man watched as the man he was with took out the largest member of the group and looked around at the others as they swarmed in. As soon as Snow asked his question, Jackson nodded but not because he was sure that he could take out the lackey he nodded because he had to at least try. As the small man went in to attack Jackson kicked his leg out and tripped the man up causing him to fall flat on his face, the action proving to piss the guy off more than hurt him. Jackson's heart raced as he watched the man get up, gripping the led pipe he was armed with in his hand as he growled angrily. It was at the very last moment that Jackson reacted. The man swung the pipe, Jackson ducked an action that was clearly done by the instinct to survive kicking in before his right hand moved to his belt buckle. The small 2 inch blade concealed behind the Batman logo belt buckle enough to slice into the artery underneath the man's armpit. With the man's arm extended from the swing it gave Jackson the opening to do exactly what he was aiming to. One slice aimed precisely caused the man's body to start pumping out a pint of blood every five seconds that passed. It didn't take long for the man to drop to his knees as blood poured from the small but fatal wound before his body dropped fully, face first into the sand as blood pooled around him. Thank god for biology ,Jackson breathed out as the small blade dropped from his bloody hand and into the sand at his feet. Once the initial shock of what he had just witnessed and done himself passed he moved over to the man who had just saved his ass and he knelt down beside him. How ya holdin' up? Can ya walk? We need to find some wheels....I can hotwire anything we find so as long as it's got some fuel we'll get somewhere....I know of someone who can help you....and a of a place far safer than here ,Jackson told the man as he looked around to make sure no one else was coming along to try and turn them into a meal.