“OUTTA MY WAY YOU DUMB ROCKS! MOVE IT!!”
WHAM!! SMACK!! KA-POW! Blow after blow is thrown without an inkling of restraint. Huddled masses of useless deadbeats and cut-throats are launched, flung helplessly in every direction. While he fought like a thug, his moves were obviously not those of an amateur who just knew how to throw his fists in every direction. There was something about the way he fought…
It was like… Yes, like the primal moves of a beast in the wilderness. Completely uncivilized, yet somehow beautiful in it’s savagery.
As for the dark-haired boy he merely surveyed the fight occasionally sighing with utter boredom. It almost seemed like the were actually avoiding going near him and instead focusing their aggression on the silver-haired hurricane of destruction clobbering the rest of their crew. Which was odd, because he seemed like an easy target. He was short, skinny, and completely unarmed. Of course the reason became apparent when one looked to the floor and took noticed of the charred barely, living sacks of flesh gathered at his feet.
When it was all said and done, Nora yawned and stretched out his arms, not a single bead of sweat on his forehead, bruise, injury or even the slight hitch in his breath despite taking on twelve far more physically imposing, well-armed men.
“Man, making me do all these pointless clean-ups…calling it ‘training’… Even without my strength or magic these guys are a complete joke; no challenge at all. This sucks.”
“Don’t whine so much.” Kazuma replied tone even as ever as he leaned himself up off the wall he had been resting against this whole time, arms still crossed over his chest. “Until you get your powers back this is the only way to train you. Besides, if I recall you needed to work on fighting bare-handed so you didn’t get your tail handed to you didn’t you, mutt? That’s why I’m forcing you to do all this heavy work instead of doing it myself. Be grateful.”
“GRATEFUL MY ASS! What, do you wanna be my opponent then, huh, punk!?”
“You’re all bark and no bite.”Kazuma calmly replied with a sigh,“Can’t this wait? ….We’ve still got company.”
With flawless aim, he tosses a soda can into the darkness of alleyway where he felt the presence of someone who had been watching them with an annoying amount of interest. Abysmal eyes now alight with a gold color he glared at the mysterious figure.
“Listen up. I R E A L L Y don’t like being watched.”
“Scram or we might just have to rough you up.”