"Looks can be deceiving. You may be small, but anyone else would've passed out…" the orc said with a frown.
He was walking over slowly, getting ready to continue his assault.
"I guess," Mikhail said, still feeling the sting of the kick.
He didn't know what was going on or why it was going on, but he did know that he was about to get fucked up if he didn't do something…
He looked around the tent, searching for help, but no one answered his silent plea for help. One individual in particular left a bad taste in his mouth, an orc shorter than he was, with silky dark blue hair and dark green skin.
He had simply shook his head from side to side, confirming he was on his own.
"Some things never change, huh?" he said to himself.
"Quit talking to yourself, freak!"
The orc ran forward, and Mikhail stumbled back, slipping on the cloth beneath. This caused the punch coming his way to miss, yet he was still hit anyway when the man's knee slammed into his nose.
Mikhail was punted forward again, landing on his back. He could smell iron now. His nose was bleeding.
A memory invaded his mind as the smell of iron grew nauseatingly strong…
***
"Come on, /\/\{Ch43L, you don't have to take this dude's bullshit!"
A familiar voice was speaking to the disoriented young man. And suddenly, he spoke involuntarily.
"Matt, I can't go to jail again! I'm already on probation! Another offence will lock me up for at least a few months!"
His abuser stood over him, laughing as he looked down on him.
"You thought you could have that hot ass to yourself and get away with it, huh?!"
"Sharing is caring you big bitch! Once I'm done with you, we're gonna run a train on that fucking hoe!"
Matt went slack jawed as he heard that intense provocation…
The gangster stomped on Mikhail's toned chest, laughing gleefully as his cohort hurled insults at the pathetic young man. Meanwhile, Matt dialed a number on his phone.
The laughter stopped as Matt's voice echoed through the alleyway.
"Yes, hello sir! It's urgent, I need ambulances!"
They looked over to him with raised eyebrows.
"Hey now, hey now, what the hell are you up to, punk?!"
Matt brought his finger to his mouth, as if to hush them up, and then seemed to count out their numbers while pointing at each one of them.
"How many? About six…"
"Eighth avenue, in the alleyway behind the fire hydrant, come quickly!"
He abruptly hung up, closing his flip-phone as one of the thugs made his way over to him, violently grabbing the short man's collar.
"What the hell was that? Did you just call the pigs?!"
Matt shook his head.
"As if I'd get those smarmy assholes here… No, I got you guys the help you'll be needing."
***
The memory seemed to overlap with reality as Mikhail gripped the orc's ankle.
"Ah, look, the little Scourgeborn has some fight in him, just like the rumors say!"
He attempted to raise his foot and stomp down again, but Mikhail's grip grew even tighter. A flash of anger made its way onto Mikhail's face, and suddenly a loud crack resounded out throughout the silent tent as he gripped with all his might.
"ARGH, FUCK!"
"Not so funny anymore, huh, asshole?!"
Mikhail pulled the leg off him, throwing the large orc off balance as he stood up. Within seconds, the roles had been reversed. The orc gnashed his teeth in anger, but a stomp to his chest took the wind out of him.
"I don't know what your problem with me is, but you can fuck off, dipshit!"
Mikhail had picked up on the derogatory slang passively while he was reading, listening to the crowd's hijinx before this farce had started…
A series of victorious shouts followed Mikhail's impressive display, but another angry shout drowned them out and made them grow silent. The tent watched as the five charged at the young human, who was turning his attention off the bullies' leader to face the oncoming threat.
Suddenly though, the entrance to the tent was flung open.
"FOOLS!"
The bullies all stopped in their tracks as they heard that voice.
An incredibly short orc had entered the tent. He had light green skin, unimpressive tusks, unkept and nappy blond hair, and unbelievably thick muscles for his size.
"You've already lost if you feel the need to gang up on him! Accept your defeat like men and fuck off!"
Mikhail grinned, liking the cut of that guy's jib, but shook his head.
"Now, now. It would be rude of me to turn down such a heartfelt challenge… Besides, if they're going to start shit, they should learn to finish it!"
Mikhail suddenly rushed forward, and sucker punched the eldest of the orcs in that small group, knocking him off his feet and throwing him a few feet away towards the wall of the tent.
The rambunctious cheering resumed, and even the new guy began cheering on Mikhail.
"Get their ass!" he said while laughing heartily.
Mikhail then wrestled with the second strongest individual, entering a sort of grapple competition before he picked the guy up and slammed him into one of the oncoming combatants, throwing them both out of the tent as the crowd moved out of their way.
Four down, and two to go, but… They cowardly groveled.
"Damn, you guys are pathetic! Stand up and fight!"
"FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!"
The crowd egged on the two cowards, and Mikhail even patiently waited for them to get up from the ground while folding his arms. He tapped his feet as he watched them get up, their faces growing rosy from the shame they felt.
The two then charged, but Mikhail did a standing spin kick and knocked one into the other, sending them to the ground. He held back on purpose, but they remained on the ground, feigning defeat to put an end to that shameful display.
Mikhail shook his head while pointing at them with his thumb, saying "Get a load of these guys."
The crowd laughed heartily, and soon the whole tent erupted into a series of tussles and brawls for shits and giggles.