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[Date Masamune™]

Hey. Shugo here again. I know. Been a while. Honestly, sometimes I feel like my life's told from a third person point of view, but that's besides the point. What matters right now is the fact that somehow I'm face down in the ground again. Wonderful isn't it? Oh, and the big guy with his foot on my back, his name's Bob. At least I think it is. He looked like a Bob to me. Maybe a Bill. Something with a B.

I know what you're all thinking, "Shugo! How's this chump kicking your ass all over the place?!" Well, as some of you may know I have a pretty shitty heart condition. Right now, I can barely move from all of the pain in my chest. Normally it wouldn't be too big of a problem when my heart starts acting up, I've got some medicine right here in my jacket, but me being my stupid self tossed my jacket off to the side when the fight started.

In other words, I'm screwed unless someone decides to save my ass.

[Abram Dabra]

He saw the scene fold out from his perch above. And really he didn't care that much. The chump was getting what was coming to him as far as he was concerned. He probably did something to deserve it, and if not. Well it was a harsh world. That's why he let things unfold this much, also to make sure big and dumb didn't know he was there. But he smelled the potential for profit.

He leapt from his perch behind the scene silently hoping to get a drop on the guy and slam his boot in to the back of his head from above. With any luck the surprise blow would knock his ass out.

[Date Masamune™]

Now as some of you may know, I tend to play the hero a lot. I've saved quite a few damsels and well male damsels in distress. So I've learned a few things in my years of heroing. Rule #1 you lead the assailant away from the target. Rule #2 you don't attack the assailant when the attack could harm the target. Rule #3 YOU CERTAINLY DON'T JUMP DOWN AND KICK THE ASSAILANT WHILE THEY'RE STANDING ON THE TARGET. THE DOWNWARD FORCE HURTS LIKE A BITCH.

I coughed up some blood as Bob stumbled and got off of me. He was dazed but not knocked out. Now that he was off of me, I slowly tried getting to my feet. This could take me a minute as I could barely push myself up off of the ground.

Meanwhile as Bob recovered, he wanted to get to know our little hero a bit more. Bob would rush him and jump into the air, attempting to belly flop ontop of the poor kid. I fell for that one before. Not a pleasant place to be, and the smell was atrocious.

[Abram Dabra]

The biggest difference between him and Shugo was he was no hero. He had no desire to save anyone. He figured if he got this guy to run away or knocked out he could get some reward money from the victim. Mugging the attacker would be a bonus. If the victim died or got knocked out too, well he would just scavenge what he could from his body as well.

Unfortunately it seemed that big boy Bertha wasn't going to go down in one fell swoop and Clyde found himself wishing he had his old gear. It would make short work of this ballsack. He would have to improvise! The guy moved for a belly flop and he would dive to the side with a roll, looking for debris or rubble that he could use for a dirty trick. (Leaving it up to you what I find Shugo)

[Date Masamune™]

God dammit. I had just gotten back onto my feet when BAM! Bob hit the floor and his massive gut cratered the earth around him. The following shockwave was enough to send me back to the ground falling on my ass. Lucky me huh? Good thing my "hero" was good at dodging. As he rolled to the side he reached out for something, it took me a second to realize what it was, but honestly what good would a spatula do? Was he going to cook Bob a meal to distract him?

I shook my head and tried to stand up once more. Not as hard as the first time, but still a god damn pain. I had to get to my jacket and get my medicine so I could help this kid out, but before I knew it, I had something else stopping me. A frying pan was flung at my head, more than likely by Bob. Enough force to put me back to the ground. What the hell was this place before it was leveled into rubble, a soup kitchen?! Either way, today was just not my day.

[Abram Dabra]

"A spatula? Way to look like a jackass."

He muttered to himself, but it couldn't be helped. He was just going to have to make due. At least it was a metal grilling spatula, small mercy he supposed. And the sucker he was fighting seemed to be busy tormenting his victim more with a frying pan. Obviously whoever that guy was he had it coming. Sadly he couldn't attack the big guy's head again. He was to short to reach, so he would just have to fight in a way to make the guy want to run.

Skirting to the side he tried to move to a flanking position before charging, the spatula at the ready, and once he was in position he would thrust the spatula forward with all of his might. Jamming it in to the guys ass, though not in to it as he was wearing pants.

"Take that ass clown!" He shouted as he laughed in a high pitched and shrill tone.

[Jack]

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Yelled Francis the captain of the front guard. The call to stop echoed along the baggage train until it reached Jack who was at the back with his rear guard. Looking to Conrad and Peter Jack left Carson with the rear guard and marched up to the front.

"What's the matter Francis?"

"There seems to be a fight ahead sir. A scuffle of sorts maybe only three or four people."


"Very well. Conrad, Peter with me, Francis send a runner to let Carson know."

Marching forward, but not brandishing his weapons Jack yelled out to the group.

"YOU THERE! Make way for the Los Angeles Trading Company Convoy!"

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[Date Masamune™]

DAMMIT. STOP BEING SO FUCKING PATHETIC. The only words that ran through my mind. You don't work for pain, you work through it. Make pain your bitch. I got up. I was on my feet. I had to struggle to walk. With every step I took, I could feel my chest pounding.

Now, a smart person would probably go over and take the medicine that would save their life and stop the pain, but it would take too long. The kid rammed a spatula into Bob's ass and as funny as that was it would probably only piss Bob off. I kicked the spatula. Not away or anything, I kicked it further up Bob's ass. The man had a lot of blubber, but I think it might have actually entered his ass.

"You're gonna need some medical attention. I'd run away now and get it if I were you."

But just when one thing ends, another thing starts. The LA Trade Company? Never heard of them. But still it kinda pissed me off. Out of the way? Dammit. I try my best to not let my pride get the best of me, but sometimes I can't help it. I couldn't help but notice the familiar voice. I mustered up the best cocky grin I could.

"Yo Jack buddy. Think you could go around instead? Kind of a bit busy here."

[Abram Dabra]

It seemed the victim found a pair and managed to not only get up but also managed to find his way over and to help. Surprising for someone that a minute ago was getting their sorry ass kicked, but it was no skin off his nut sack. It just meant Bubba here would go down easier. And if he did go down Clyde would take that as his chance to loot the body. Looking for wallets and anything he might be able to use or sell. He didn't help the guy out of the goodness of his heart after all. As far as the city should be concerned he didn't have one. It was bad for business.

As for the caravan, he didn't give a rats ass about them. Never heard of them and he didn't have a job involving them either way. So they could go around him.

[Jack]

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With that Jack would drew his mace and swung it at Bob or as he saw him, the fat ass with the spatula up his ass. Releasing his mace at the opportune time the chain uncoiled from the hilt and it extended to a length of two and a half meters. The large metal ball was aimed to slam into the back of bob and clear him out of the way.

If and when his flail hit Bob, the chain had a little more to extend so if contact was made with Bob. The man would be launched quite a distance away.[/i][/ul]

[Date Masamune™]

Instinct took over my body as I ran. My heart pounds with every step I took. Quickly, I slam my gauntlet into the mace Jack launched to knock it away. God dammit my fist hurts. Bob had already started running from the pounding that the kid and I gave. He more than got what was coming from him. Only way it could have been worse is that if the spatula had actually been shoved up into his ass.

"C-come on, Jack... H-he's had... enough..."

I grab my chest in pain. Looks like Bob got enough time to run away. Good. For as much of an ass as he was, I was not about to let him or anyone get a pounding for no reason but Jack's own ego. I turn towards my own savior.

"Might wanna get out of here kid."

Moving toward my jacket, I grab the medicine from one of the pockets. One pill on a good, two on a bad. I swallow three pills. Heart medicine was tricky. Take to much and it would slow down my heart rate way too much. Take too little, and doesn't do any good.

[Abram Dabra]

It seemed that the guy that was being beaten before knew the guy with the mace and the attitude. And the target ran off before he could even get his wallet. He frowned behind the mark and let out a sigh, shaking his head as Shugo gave him the tip that he might want to get out of here. He just shook his head and held out his hand.

"Oh I plan too, but I believe you owe me for saving your life. And since you and your friend chased off that fat ass before I could take what I'm owed from him, you will need to pick up the bill."

He waited expectantly for the man to show the gratitude that he so deserved. Preferably with cold hard cash, but he would take what he could get. He still wasn't to worried about that Jack guy and his Caravan. He was in the middle of a business transaction here.

[Jack]

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Calling out to Shugo before walking off at the head of the column.[/i][/ul]

[Date Masamune™]

I watched on as Jack and his caravan left. I gave him a slight nod as he offered me the advice about the hospital. That was one thing I couldn't get about Jack. He was so nice sometimes, but then so abrasive others. I sighed and shook my head before turning back to the kid.

"Payment? Sorry kid. All I have with me are the clothes on my back, my gauntlets, and these heart pills. I guess I could find something to give you at the manor."

I pulled my jacket back onto my body. I scratched the back of my head as I tried to think of what to do.

[Abram Dabra]

Of course the guy didn't have anything. He scowled at him behind his mask. Wishing at that moment that he could set Shugo aflame. Alas he couldn't. However, it seemed the fortune would indeed favor the bold as the man mentioned a manor!

Jackpot! Bingo! The guy was loaded! He had a manor, probably had a butler and everything. And he was surely grateful to Clyde for saving his skin. He couldn't help but imagine a swimming pool of wonderful money that he could dive in to. Oh man that would be great! He could barely contain his excitement.

"Acceptable. We can go to the manor."

It was hard to keep himself from giggling with excitement.