Probitas:Tales of Innocence

[Retane]

Brin wasn't sure if the bully had seen the trick before, of if he was smarter and faster than he expected, but the bully managed to side step the on coming drop kick. As Brin missed his mark he found another, and like a thrown dart, struck the climbing wall hard. He didn't stick like a dart and collapsed to the ground, his knee buckling from the initial impact as if it wanted to keep going when his body came to the abrupt stop.

Brin clutched at his knee as it pulsated with pain and he would have cried out, but theough clenched teeth, he forced a laugh. Later WHen he had to recount the events of this tale, he was going to blame Kelsie. She had been the one that previously busted the bully in the face and made him fo scared of getting hit there agian.

Lyjia had watched the charge and already knew his friend was going to feint a running punch into a running drop kick. It would certainly have an impact on the the out come of this brawl if it was successful, Lyjia was sure. Lyjia turned to the closest bully to himself, who was already coming to meet him. Lyjia moved forward to get in striking range and dodgeed a punch that may have hurt a bit if it had connected.

Lyjia didn't fear the punch or the pain it would cause. It was one of the first lessons his father had taught him in taijutsu: 'If you are going to get close enough for an opponent to hit you, then expect to be hit. Try to avoid them, just as you should try to avoids fights, but remember, they can and will happen. Don't fear the unavoidable, master it.'

Lyjia didn't understand the whole mastering part of it but he felt he was one the path in which one day he might. The next punch caught him in the shoulder slightly, but the ninja in training took it in stride using the momentum to help with a backwards spinning sweep of the bully's legs.

One doen, but another was already on him. That was the problem of fighting more then one opponent when you only trained in one-on-one fights.

The ninja-to-be tried to roll out of the way before he was grabbed, but he was to slow on his recovery. Lyjia was smaller then any of the bullies and their muscel mass had more strength then he could prepel. THe bully grabbed him from behind and squeezed tightly. The bully Lyjia had tripped up got to his feet and slammed a punch into his solar plex, knocking what wind was left , out of his body. Lyjia would have doubled over, but his body fell nearly limp and helpless as he searched in a panic to find his breath.

The one that had a grip on him, threw him hard to the ground. A Barrage of kicks from each side followed, forcing him to give up hope of trying to get up. Lyjiaa caught a glimpse of Brin holding his knee near the wall and forcing a laugh through gritted teeth. Brin managed to continue to laugh as he too, felt the brunt of a few kicks. Lyjiaknew the kicks werean attempt to stop his friend from laughing.

It didn't help matters as the fourth bully was using the rope to antagonaize the cat abpve, forcing it to drop it's meal once again. It dropped near Brin, a foot from his face, and had the pain not been so bad, he may have been rooling in gut bursting laughter. Lyjia couldn't help but offer his own chuckle as Brin twisted and openned his own mouth to latch onto the roasted bird. He let go of it as it seemed o have more dirst then he initally expected, but quickly bit back down into the cocked flesh. Lyjia conceded that, while their attempt was valiant, they were out of the fray.

Probitas watched with bitter couriosity as it all went down. He looked on as his firends tried and failed in a matter of moments. Those behind him had cheered, gasped, and even a few had laughed. Kelsie, Terenand Elso yelped and help eah other closely. There was a fear in their eyes and Probitas knew they were scared. The young namek was a nameek, however, and he was his father's son.

Probitas stepped forward. Kelsie reached out and grabbed his arm but he gently released her grip. He couldn't let his friends try to stop the bullies and stand there alone. He dug down, hunting for the vcourage to do what he had to. He dug down, hunting for the courage to do what he had to. He thought about his father and asking himself, "What would father do?"

"Stop", he yelled. "Stop it now!"

It wasn't wuite what he imagined his father would do, but the demand got the attention off his friends and onto him. Probita wasn't crying now. If Lyjia and brin wouldn't cry, then neither should he.

"Aww! THe little mucus wax of an orc wants us to stop. Maybe he feels left out?" It was the leader again with the taunts.

N-no. I mean yes. I mean leave them alone. BUlly me if you want." Probitas was content with his resolve. Lyjia tried to say somthing in protest, but it was to low ,and Brin couldn't free himself from the chicken to argue so he simply laughed at his own dellima.

The leader sneered and approached the young namek. Probitas made an attempt tp meet him halfway, but the bully's strides werelonger. "Bully you? More like I'll do the world a favor!"

The Bully's fist hit ,Probitas hard in face before the young namekian could even register it. Probitas staggered from the blow and could feel the heat of the pain and felt his face already beginning to swell. The young namek didn't fall though, using his leg to brace himself. He turned to look the bully in the face, using all the courage he could muster to defy the hatred that showed in the boy's eyes.