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He staid in front of the group, behind him, his partner was shielded. They had decided to go out on a date. A simple date, hand holding, eyes meeting, lips contacting, albeit briefly. Laughing, enjoying the time. But it was dark, and people could be stupid. So of course, those mere humans approached them. He thought they wanted money as soon as they surrounded them, but no. They wanted to simply beat the shit out of them. Bate in hand, one threw a blow to their left side and Oz kicked it away. “Stay behind,” he requested them, looking him in the eye, serious, fierce.
Oz raised his fist and it all began. IT was fast. One punch there, one kick over. his nose bleeding ─ dark red blood ─, and a broken rib, but the four men laid on the ground, and he breathed hard, even as he laid on his knees. Looking at his hands. “Stupid... arg.” He groaned, standing up and shaking them. They hurt. He was an artist, he worked with his hands.
Taking a paper from his pocket he cleaned his nose not wanting the other to see any piece of his own blood. But locked his gaze on the fainted men, sedating them, hoping he hadn’t killed them. “Are you alright?” He asked, turning around cupping his face. “I know we were going to watch a movie but... I guess we were the movie.”