Fist-First Philosophy
@trueironfist
“Oi, oi, oi.” A voice of concern rouse from the encircling crowd. The downpour flooded the streets, yet people were not seeking shelter. Inside the circle of excited rabble, not only water flood the street but blood painted along with it.
On one side, a man in a suit, barely spotting a scratch. On the other side, a man curled up on the ground. Looked like not all fights were being duke out by Servants in this world.
To Johnny, the reason of this fight was unknown. But it was clearly one-sided to an extreme once the heat got things boiling between them.
The voice of concern originated from a new challenger entering the fray. His large cowboy hat keeping his head dry in the downpour.
“Theeere’s such thing as overkill, you know? Ya should stick to your own weight class, mister suit. Hooow about you call it quits before you bite off more than you can chew?”
