Watching in panting silence, Lenny let out a heavy breath and relaxed.
'Finally.' Lenny was thankful the fight had finally come to an end. Any further than that, and he might have to end up spending a v-point or two for himself and any unlucky brat among the five.
His frantic screams earlier were just a means to an end, quite literally.
He looked about the trashy alleyway, now with more debris strewn about the tarred ground, and went over to pick up his jacket and the pepper spray.
Lenny smelt his sweater and buckled his nose, frowning. He wasn't too lucky in this regard, and his trash bag attack ended up affecting his sweater, that laid strewn on the ground after he let either Real or Bill drag it off.
"Dammit, I should have Johan pay for this," he lampooned, "it'll take forever for this stink to leave."
