Having slowed up, Cash being a few steps ahead as they walked past an alleyway, Cain was checking a few texts and sending off some quick responses when the shuffle of a group of feet sounded in his ears coming from behind him. He grunted as he was hit with a forearm across his shoulder blades and stumbled forward a couple of steps, gruffly hollering out, “What the fuck?” His phone was quickly slipped back in his pocket and Cain barely ducked a punch as he turned to see what the fucking issues was. As a former bare knuckled boxing champ, he knew all the right spots to hit someone and do maximum damage with the power that would come behind his fists. Some words were mumbled, something about money, that Cain paid no attention to and instead was hyper focused on the man that shoved him advancing on him. Faking a left cross, he quickly threw his weight into an aggressive right jab to the guy’s liver.
A couple of the other guys jumped in right as their friend dropped in a world of pain and grabbed Cain. He absorbed a punch he didn’t see coming with multiple attackers and had he been a lesser man, one that hadn’t spent years in bare knuckled boxing or hadn’t lived a violent lifestyle, he would’ve been completely put down by the shot to his solar plexus. His body coiled, it was calloused from a lifetime of abuse, but he was still dropped to a knee, seeing whites in his eyes, and struggling for air for a moment. There wasn’t a full recovery but Cain pushed off the pavement and he drove his shoulder into the biggest guy’s gut in a sort of tackle, only he lifted the bigger man and slammed him down on top of a nearby car hood. There was a fist and then another raining down and even when someone or maybe more tried to pull him away and break this up, he tossed them off. Full on rage bubbling under his flesh and Cain threw a hard punch to the guy’s liver.
Any boxer knew that the most painful shot to take was the one to the liver and after the cheap, trying to surprise Cain with the punch to the solar plexus, he wanted to teach this asshole a lesson. You wanted to pick a fight with him then he was game and definitely more than bargained for. A grunt left him when his body crashed to the ground after he was pushed and pulled off the guy he was working over on the car hood and somehow one of those punks managed top position on him. The fist landing on his kidney was immediately felt, and his body coiled and turned slightly again, his arm moving in the way just in time to make the second shot a little less effective. His body was calloused and used to that kind of punishment, they hurt but they weren’t debilitating shots.
Having been in too many fights, he was completely reactionary, even when in pain and as soon as the forearm was pressed to his throat his fist started pounding into the attacker’s kidney. Repeatedly in the same spot, just jab after jab. It was a mistake to pin and leave his hands free and now this fucker was going to be pissing blood for a week if he made it out of this alive. His eyes were wild and he could feel the air completely pressing from his throat as the man leaned down. For lack of air, he couldn’t say anything to Cash or even check on how he was fairing so he grabbed the man’s head and smashed theirs together. The headbutt wouldn’t be too bad given his position but it would be enough to loosen the arm on his throat.
Cain pulled a wrestling maneuver and tossed the guy over onto his back, hunching slightly and unable to fully stretch out due to the pain he was feeling at his side. Cain threw a jab to the kidney again and then the ribcage before finally letting his fist fly across the guy’s face.
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Barreling through an onlsught of punches and kicks to his body, Cash’s first instinct was to keep sight of his brother, all the while deflecting the attack on himself with a series of elbow strikes, knee drops, and hammer fists where ever they landed. The first thing that had crossed Cash’s mind when he realized he and his brother were being attacked by as many as four, six guys was how clueless and out of touch one must be to fuck with them to begin with…but in the day and age of open carry? These fools had to be a special kind of stupid. Had these idiots known who they were dealing with, keepin it the fuck moving when they had crossed their path clearly would have been the smarter option. The levels of ignorance were taken into consideration when Cash opted to crack his knuckles and handle business the old fashioned way rather than blow holes the size of Tijuana in the heads of these houligans.
Yea, not onlywere they strapped to death, but his brother was a maniac when it came to bare knuckle brawling. Cain was an absolute beast to the point of absurdity, and really, no one in their right mind would pick a fight with either of the brothers. Cash trained seven days a week sometimes twice a day in keysi, mui thai and krav magna and definately knew how to kill a man with his bare hands, in theory and in practice. Oh yes, he was ready for this shit had been preparing all his life really. Having the crap beat out of you from the time you could walk like you were a grown ass man tends to fuck with the mind that way. For all intents and purposes, upon realizing he was under attack, Cash had slipped into a killed or be killed mindset and anything was liable to happen. Of all the types of fighting he was trained in, Keysi was his favorite because while fighting multiple opponents, it allowed him the ability to protect and cover his face and head while giving him maximum ability to look through his guards, keeping track of his those coming at him, whilst enabling him the the ability to move in to them much closer than normal.
Stepping over a couple, few bodies Cain must have left behind, Cash moved in and delivered a series of vicious round house punches to the head of a modestly tall dude built like the incredible hulk until it was clear the guy just didn’t have any more steam, then with freakish strength and agility, Cash grabbed the dolt by the collar and slammed him over his shoulder sending him crash down into the third guy. When the fourth guy came at him, his hands were up again covering his head and face. The guy threw a couple of failed punches and Cash dipped back, and swayed, letting him jab at the air, then at the first opportunity, slammed his bear paw sized open palmed hands on either side of his attackers head, just below the brim of his hat, sending him dropping to the ground hard, laying there whimpering like a bruised slab of meat. With the four of them down, he was able to turn his attention back to Cain, realizing just then his brother’s air supply was being cut short. As he made an attempt to go to his Cain’s aid, one of the guys on the ground must have gotten a second wind and as he struggled to get at him, Cash turned the man sideways a bit and quieted him down with a jab to the kidneys, sending him crumpling back to the pavement like a sack of bricks.
By now Cain had gotten free of the choke hold and was delivering a beat down like nobody’s business. Just then Cash caught a glint of a tall wiry figure coming at him and he could swear he saw the kid reaching inside a pocket but Cash already had his glock in hand and aimed. “Run or die, up to you motherfucker,” he said, and apparently the kid thought better of his choices and took off running up the alley. Unluckily for him, Cash wasn’t feeling particularly generous that day. The shithead maybe got about three feet away before Cash shot him in the back of both knees. “Alright, enough,” Cash grunted, gun aimed at a fat dude wobbling toward Cain’s back as he was handling business with the other who had tried to choke him to death. The guy stopped in his tracks and put his hands in the air. Cash looked around at the pile of bodies on the ground and made sure nobody was moving, then went at the fat guy, kicking him in the nuts. The guy fell to a knee and grunted, then moved to get up again. “Poor choice,” Cash said, then moved up on the guy and got level with him on the ground, gun now pressed against his temple. “Who sent you fuck ups? What in the hell do you want from us?” he damnded, then hocked and spat a glob of blood tinged saliva at the guy.
