A Real Figh"Boys, show him what you've got," the leader ordered, stepping back as the two thugs cracked their knuckles and circled Riven like wolves.
Riven cocked his head to the side. "Aren't you gonna fight me yourself?" he asked, just as a kick sliced the air inches from his face. He ducked lazily, grinning. "Tch. I almost forgot how fun this was."
A punch landed hard against his ribs. He let out a breathy chuckle instead of a groan. "Oh yeah," he muttered, flexing his fingers. "I really needed this."
With a burst of speed, Riven lunged forward, the rusted metal rod he'd found in his hand.He swung it at the first thug's stomach. The man doubled over with a wheeze, only to get smacked across the face with the return swing.
The second thug came at him with a pipe, swinging wildly. Riven ducked, slipped inside the man's guard, and jabbed him in the throat with the tip of the rod. The thug staggered, gasping, and Riven finished it with a low sweep to the legs that knocked him flat.
"Two down," Riven said, spinning the rod around like a baton. "Wanna send in more?"
The leader snarled and stepped forward.No weapon–just two thick arms and the body of a seasoned grappler.
Riven's smile widened.
"Oh, you're the fun one," he whispered.
The leader didn't speak. He charged, grabbed Riven by the waist, and slammed him into a wall. Concrete cracked behind Riven's back. He let out a sharp gasp—and then laughed.
"You know," he said through gritted teeth, "this is the part where most people scream."
The leader tightened his grip.
Riven dropped the rod and wrapped his legs around the man's torso, elbowing him in the back of the head while driving his knee upward. The leader stumbled back, and Riven slipped out of his grasp, landing with a grin.
They traded blows—power against speed. The leader caught Riven once, slamming him onto the ground—but Riven twisted mid-fall and kicked upward, knocking the wind out of him.
He sprang up, grabbed the metal rod again, and smashed it across the man's thigh, then his shoulder. The grappler dropped to one knee.
"Fun's over," Riven muttered, slamming the rod down one final time onto the leader's chest, knocking him flat.
Silence.
Riven stood over the groaning trio, breathing hard but still grinning. He casually bent down and rummaged through their pockets, pulling out wads of crumpled bills and coins.He was low on cash and they probably beat up people for it so why not?
"Thanks for the donation," he said.
As he turned to leave, he paused and looked back at the leader, who was barely conscious.
"Oh yeah—before I go…" Riven crouched beside him. "Why were you guys after me?"
The man coughed, blood dribbling down his lip."I'm not going to tell you anything."
Few Minutes Later
The thugs lay on the floor,blood spilling out of his orifices, looking worse than before.From the way his hand had curved,you could tell his bone was dislocated.
Riven raised his hand,ready to punch the thug when he suddenly screamed."Okay, okay",the thug said."I'll tell you."