Let's Go To Neverland |hallucanxtions|
Impulse was something Mihiel Reims had always run on. He rarely stopped to think things twice. And even if he could do so right now, he wouldn't. Because you really shouldn't think twice about helping someone out.
So the moment he heard panicked cries for help coming from a rather shady looking alleyway, it didn't take him long to put two and two together. His instincts took over and before he knew it he'd punched someone.
And when he was able to recollect himself he was thrown aside, onto the trashcan set against the wall. A part of his body made an odd sound, before he felt the blinding wave of pain crawl up his side. A small groan escaped his lips as he stumbled to get up. But the wind was emmediately taken from his lungs, as the relization he'd been kicked in the stomach was registered in his mind.
"So much effort for one guy?" He breathed out, "Hardly seems fair." He looked up at the one, no, two male's before him, "Two of you..." He groaned, as he was kicked, "One of me?"
He looked towards the female he'd barely had time to look at, "Gimmie a sec, yeah?" he told her in huffs before he grabbed onto the boot that had been kicking him and using it to pull the male closer so he was knocked off his balance.
The young frenchman, took that as his cue to get up. Which was terribly hard to do when half of chest is on fire.
"I need you to go to sleep." He muttered at the anonymous male, getting a look at the skull with daggers crossed behind it, "Pirates..." He hissed out, a sudden rage taking over him. Without thinking twice he grabbed onto the male's shirt, well aware that his buddy was still harrassing the nameless female, "Sweet dreams, mate." He said as he lifted the man off the floor and delievered a punch enough to hear the same crack as when he'd been thrown onto the trash bin.
"Okay, now... you..." Mihiel poined at the male who didn't seem to want to let the girl go, "You're next." He grinned, as he made his way towards the male.
The male saw the same dagger crossed skull tattoo on the side of his kneck and he heaved a sigh, "Once I'm done with you, you can go tell Cap, he needs to be more careful."
"That's big talk coming from a lost boy like yourself." The anonymous male stood a few inches taller than Mihiel, his build obviously far broader than his own and despite that he still found himself laughing. Which in return caused the male with no name to get frustrated and throw aside the nameless girl, raising a hand to punch him.
Mihiel's reflexes were much faster though, and he dodged the swing. Throwing his own, aiming for the male's ear. Mihiel wasn't one for fights, he didn't like them. And he found it was a lot easier to try and decapasitate the opposing team, rather than take them on completely.
So as his opponent groaned out at the pain of being hit. Mihiel went for the his kneecap, kicking it with brutal force and hearing the echo of something crack. The scream that shot from the male's lips was enought to let him know he was good to go, "I'm going to take my leave now." He saluted and looked for the woman he'd seen earlier.
And when he did find her he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, "Are you alright? Did they do anything to you?" Cap's goons were known to be the epitome of vile. Not caring for anyone or anything. And considering that Cap's gang, The Pirates, were the toughest in all the city, they got away with it.
But nonetheless Mihiel looked intently at the young female before him, completely forgetting his own pain, and solely wanting conformation if she had any.
