Probitas:Tales of Innocence

[Retane]

Probitas and the others looked after the first loud squeak to see Squeaky hop down and grab up it's afternoon snack and dart away. The young namek offered a weak smile of victory. Even if he had to take a verbal attack, at least Squeaky got a chance to get away from the boys' torment. The bully turned back to the son of Retane in anger, " Bah! You think that fat ass cat is getting away? I'm going to catch it and kick ine good time, just for you, and a second time for your little smirk too!"

The leader of the bullies waved the other three on and they started after the cat. Probitas reached forward and called out in protest but it fell on deaf ears. The crowd of kids followed the spectical like flies to honey, pushing past the namekian as if he wasn't even there. Squeaky hadn't gotten far, as the feline made a beeline for a climbing wall with two ropes with knots spread out a foot from each other to assist with scaling the wall. The chubby cat had tried to do just that, but only made it half way up. It looked around wildly, realizing its mistake.

"What brutes", Teren called out, as she and the troupe found their way to Probitas.

"THis isn't going to end good, not matter which path is taken." Lyjia let out a sigh as he conceded to a resolve.

Brin looked at his friend for a moment with a questioning glance.

"We can't exactly sit back and let them hurt Squeaky. Father wouldn't be proud of me if I let that happen. He wont be happy either when he finds out that I got in a fight. Maybe he'll understand that it was for a good reason. Though, the odds are against us, Brin, two to one, "Lyjia explained.

Brin frowned for a moment but gave a nod of understanding.

"Your math is wrong. THere are six of us and only four of them", corrected Else.

"No, there's me and Lyjia. He's right. Our fathers will scold us for fighting, but it'll be worst if we endanger you girls, or the Ambassador." Brin clenched his fists and flashed a smile. "I'll try to keep the jumpsuit looking good."

"That's chovanistic", proclaimed Teren and Elsa at the same time.

"Probably, but the closest thing to a konoichi here is Kelsie and she's not even one. Don't get me wrong, but I'd rather get it from you, then my old old man." Lyjia glanced at the heated and red faced Teren, "... I think."

Brin snickered for a moment, wondering if e was the only one that caught what his friend had said. He felt a pair of eyes staring holes in his skull and cleared his throat, "So you;ve been practicing your taijutsu, right?"

"Not really. I beat you last time. YOu're the one that has to get better,remember?" Lyjia let out a sigh.

"Damned. Well let's go, I guess." Brin started forward with his friend.

Probitas had been listening, turning to keep his attention on his friends and the situation with Squeaky Kitty. The bullies had taken to throwing rocks again with poor accuracy. THey had also utilized the two hanging ropes to bat at the feline in an attempt to knock it down. It was nearly successful multiple times as Squeaky lost his grip and slid a few feet before regaining some sort of footing. Probitas wanted to help Brin and Lyjia, though he didn't know how. As the two pushed through the crowd, the young namek felt an obligation to follow, and that's what he did. The reached the front of the spectacle in a few moments and Brin called out to get their attention.

"What do you want", Demanded the swollen nose leader as he frowned in mid laugh.

'We want you to leave the cat alone", Lyjia stated as he took a few steps out of the crowd. Probitas heard him mutter something about no one needing to get hurt that wasn't involved.

"Aww, Tweedle Dimwit and Tweedle Dumb want us to leave the fat cat alone. Well why don't you come make me?"

Lyjia let out another sigh and muttered to Brin that he hoped he had been practicing. Brin started forward and shrugged, "I was really hoping you had been."

"I already told you-"

"Yeah, yeah, I lost so I should have", Brin interupted.

Brin shifted his feet to find the perfect footing. He steading his hand as the tendons in ittightened and loosened over and over again. It was a tactic Brin had used against Lyjia in a previous bout. It had been a one-time ploy, because once the opponent caught on, it was useless. THese guys hadn't seen it before, so he could use it here and they would be none the wiser till it was already used. He hoped it would work because taking one out early would held their uneven odds.

Brin charged at the leader as soon as the bully was weary of the boys hand. Brin pulled a fist back, cocking it at the ready in hopes to strike with all the force he could muster. As he neared the bully, he shifted his wieght and dropped the facade as he jumped forward, both his feet leading the way.