06-22-2014, 03:30 PM
The large man let out an angry sputtering as the drink splashed in his face, but he did let go of Zoya in the process; or more accurately, jerked her arm to the side to unbalance her, before bringing sausage-thick fingers to his face to get the burning alcohol out of his eyes. "Fucking bitch!"
The nose-spiked fellow grabbed for her hair, intending to get a solid fistful of her silken brown locks, and his other hand came up as if to slap her once he had her head pinned in place, but that arm was stopped rather suddenly.
Hood's approach to the bar brought him close enough that when Zoya had thrown her drink at the larger man, a few drops had sailed past and landed on himself. He'd paused briefly, looking where the alcohol had darkened his shirt sleeve, then glanced irritably at the altercation. He wasn't likely to be finding a good fight that night anyway, and now he was clearly involved.
He left the big guy for the moment to sort himself out, and snatched the nose-spiked fellow's raised arm at the wrist, pinching his forearm tightly and twisting the arm around, forcing the man to let go of Zoya's hair and stand on his tip-toes in an attempt to lighten the pressure on his arm and elbow. "What the fuck do you think...?!"
The man turned his gaze from Zoya to Hood, and was met with Hood's less then pleasant smile as his other hand snapped forwards. Spike-nose's eyes closed instinctively, expecting to be punched in the face, but it quickly turned to a scream of pain as Hood calmly grabbed the nostril-spike between two fingers and hauled the man away from Zoya. He had little choice but to comply, staggering forward to follow Hood's grip, his pinned arm let loose to flap awkwardly in his staggering.
There was a moment where Hood honestly contemplated ripping the retarded piercing out of the weaselly bastard's face, but figured the bar had enough questionable stains on the floor. Instead, he jerked nostril-spike into the edge of a table, grabbed him by the belt and hurled him over and away from Zoya, before turning to face the big-man and the other drug-wasted punk.
The second bone-thin one had whipped out a knife and lunged at Hood with it with an arrogant snarl. Hood grabbed the extended wrist, side-stepped, slapped the man's elbow to bend the arm, twisted the wrist, drove his thumb into the back of the knife-man's hand, grinding it between thumb and forefinger, and gave it a final twist, dislocating the thumb. He squealed in pain and dropped the knife, then was tossed aside and into the bar near where Zoya stood, staggering into it face first.
By then, the big man had cleared his eyes and took stock of the situation, his gaze settling on Hood in surprise. The big guy probably had a good fifty pounds on Hood, and a few inches, but where the big guy was all steroid-fueled muscle, Hood's build was solid, natural, and the result of hard work.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?"
The big man stepped into Hood's personal space, pressing an over-developed barrel-chest into Hood's solid build.
Hood smiled a cold; a cold, predatory sort of smile, and peered up at the taller man. "Mr White."
He tapped something against the larger man's thigh, and the big fellow's eyes narrowed and he edged back slightly to glance down, only to find his friend's knife in Hood's hand, pressed blade first against the tendon of the big man's inner thigh. And his eyes went to saucers very quickly.
"Whoa, whoa whoa...okay. Leaving."
The big man raised his hands disarmingly and carefully edged back. He quickly collected the two 'brains' of their little operation and the three made their departure.
Hood gave the knife a dismissively look, tossed it a few times in his hand, twirling and working the blade with practiced ease, then let out a disgusted grunt and stabbed it into the bar-top next to Zoya. "You plan on having another drink, you're sitting at my table, kid."
He collected his stein from an adjacent table, the occupants of which made a strong effort to not be noticed by Hood, then tapped it on the bar and glanced at the tender, who quickly put it to the tap and filled it up.
Edited by Hood, Jun 22 2014, 11:32 PM.
The nose-spiked fellow grabbed for her hair, intending to get a solid fistful of her silken brown locks, and his other hand came up as if to slap her once he had her head pinned in place, but that arm was stopped rather suddenly.
Hood's approach to the bar brought him close enough that when Zoya had thrown her drink at the larger man, a few drops had sailed past and landed on himself. He'd paused briefly, looking where the alcohol had darkened his shirt sleeve, then glanced irritably at the altercation. He wasn't likely to be finding a good fight that night anyway, and now he was clearly involved.
He left the big guy for the moment to sort himself out, and snatched the nose-spiked fellow's raised arm at the wrist, pinching his forearm tightly and twisting the arm around, forcing the man to let go of Zoya's hair and stand on his tip-toes in an attempt to lighten the pressure on his arm and elbow. "What the fuck do you think...?!"
The man turned his gaze from Zoya to Hood, and was met with Hood's less then pleasant smile as his other hand snapped forwards. Spike-nose's eyes closed instinctively, expecting to be punched in the face, but it quickly turned to a scream of pain as Hood calmly grabbed the nostril-spike between two fingers and hauled the man away from Zoya. He had little choice but to comply, staggering forward to follow Hood's grip, his pinned arm let loose to flap awkwardly in his staggering.
There was a moment where Hood honestly contemplated ripping the retarded piercing out of the weaselly bastard's face, but figured the bar had enough questionable stains on the floor. Instead, he jerked nostril-spike into the edge of a table, grabbed him by the belt and hurled him over and away from Zoya, before turning to face the big-man and the other drug-wasted punk.
The second bone-thin one had whipped out a knife and lunged at Hood with it with an arrogant snarl. Hood grabbed the extended wrist, side-stepped, slapped the man's elbow to bend the arm, twisted the wrist, drove his thumb into the back of the knife-man's hand, grinding it between thumb and forefinger, and gave it a final twist, dislocating the thumb. He squealed in pain and dropped the knife, then was tossed aside and into the bar near where Zoya stood, staggering into it face first.
By then, the big man had cleared his eyes and took stock of the situation, his gaze settling on Hood in surprise. The big guy probably had a good fifty pounds on Hood, and a few inches, but where the big guy was all steroid-fueled muscle, Hood's build was solid, natural, and the result of hard work.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?"
The big man stepped into Hood's personal space, pressing an over-developed barrel-chest into Hood's solid build.
Hood smiled a cold; a cold, predatory sort of smile, and peered up at the taller man. "Mr White."
He tapped something against the larger man's thigh, and the big fellow's eyes narrowed and he edged back slightly to glance down, only to find his friend's knife in Hood's hand, pressed blade first against the tendon of the big man's inner thigh. And his eyes went to saucers very quickly.
"Whoa, whoa whoa...okay. Leaving."
The big man raised his hands disarmingly and carefully edged back. He quickly collected the two 'brains' of their little operation and the three made their departure.
Hood gave the knife a dismissively look, tossed it a few times in his hand, twirling and working the blade with practiced ease, then let out a disgusted grunt and stabbed it into the bar-top next to Zoya. "You plan on having another drink, you're sitting at my table, kid."
He collected his stein from an adjacent table, the occupants of which made a strong effort to not be noticed by Hood, then tapped it on the bar and glanced at the tender, who quickly put it to the tap and filled it up.
Edited by Hood, Jun 22 2014, 11:32 PM.