08-03-2013, 07:40 PM
He sighed quietly and set his empty beer bottle aside; it would be gone by morning. He didn't bother to recycle, but someone in the neighborhood did, and they helped themselves to whatever empties he left on the step, and he had no problem with that. Presumably, whomever it was, needed the few cents more then he did.
He stood and offered a vague nod to Aria, whom remained at the sidewalk. It was both a nod of acknowledgement, and a 'this'll just take a minute' sort of gesture, before he turned towards the front door. Hood wasn't a huge man by most standards; just over six feet, and solidly built.
"Aggressive salmon. Pink."
Rune may have thought all this a grand game, but Hood's usual angry simmer was spiking. The kid clearly needed to be taught a lesson on how the food-chain worked around here. Sure, this was an Atharim safe-house. The point, however, was that he was what kept it safe. At least now that they were indoors, he could let loose without drawing too much attention from the neighbors.
He came through the door casually, clearly not judging her to be much of a threat. Sure she had good muscle tone from what he could tell, but that didn't mean he expected her to be able to use it. Especially not as well as himself.
First thing he saw was the beer bottle in her hand, and he frowned in annoyance. He didn't feel like having to deal with a floor full of broken glass. Another step into the room and she came at him again, bottle wielded like a club.
It was a feint, and he caught it at the last second. The kid was fast, but predictable. Her leg shot out for his crotch, and Hood quickly bent his forward leg down, catching her just shy of sending his boys into his stomach. The impact caused him to wince, and he tightened his grip on her leg between his thighs, then all his usual anger was gone. Calm, cool and collected; long drilled instinct and muscle memory kicked in.
One hand shot forward, making use of his longer reach and grabbed a fist-full of her ridiculously styled hair, his other grabbing her leg at the knee. She continued to be on the ball, the beer bottle coming around to crack against his forearm, but it wasn't enough to get him to let go. He gave her a shove to take her off balance before letting her leg go, and a quick spin, trying to hold most of her weight at the leg rather then the fist full of hair, and he tossed the brat into the wall next to the front door, hard. She manage to bring her other leg around to clock him one in the chest, but she just couldn't get the leverage to make it an effective blow. She had the strength, there was just no leverage to make the blows stick.
The drywall would probably be wrecked, but she should count her blessings that he had bothered to install it at all; otherwise she'd have been kissing the steel wall of the sea-can. Drywall and insulation was much softer, all things considered.
As Rune collected herself, having again proven that she was quick on her feet, Hood took a step away and a few deep breaths to wince off the near catastrophic blow to the crotch. "This is the living room. Note there are chairs, and cots."
The chairs were simple metal folding chairs. There was no television, and a few buckets of paint and rolls of plastic sat against one wall. Despite the work-in-progress nature of the place, it was all very neat and tidy. Organized.
He stood and offered a vague nod to Aria, whom remained at the sidewalk. It was both a nod of acknowledgement, and a 'this'll just take a minute' sort of gesture, before he turned towards the front door. Hood wasn't a huge man by most standards; just over six feet, and solidly built.
"Aggressive salmon. Pink."
Rune may have thought all this a grand game, but Hood's usual angry simmer was spiking. The kid clearly needed to be taught a lesson on how the food-chain worked around here. Sure, this was an Atharim safe-house. The point, however, was that he was what kept it safe. At least now that they were indoors, he could let loose without drawing too much attention from the neighbors.
He came through the door casually, clearly not judging her to be much of a threat. Sure she had good muscle tone from what he could tell, but that didn't mean he expected her to be able to use it. Especially not as well as himself.
First thing he saw was the beer bottle in her hand, and he frowned in annoyance. He didn't feel like having to deal with a floor full of broken glass. Another step into the room and she came at him again, bottle wielded like a club.
It was a feint, and he caught it at the last second. The kid was fast, but predictable. Her leg shot out for his crotch, and Hood quickly bent his forward leg down, catching her just shy of sending his boys into his stomach. The impact caused him to wince, and he tightened his grip on her leg between his thighs, then all his usual anger was gone. Calm, cool and collected; long drilled instinct and muscle memory kicked in.
One hand shot forward, making use of his longer reach and grabbed a fist-full of her ridiculously styled hair, his other grabbing her leg at the knee. She continued to be on the ball, the beer bottle coming around to crack against his forearm, but it wasn't enough to get him to let go. He gave her a shove to take her off balance before letting her leg go, and a quick spin, trying to hold most of her weight at the leg rather then the fist full of hair, and he tossed the brat into the wall next to the front door, hard. She manage to bring her other leg around to clock him one in the chest, but she just couldn't get the leverage to make it an effective blow. She had the strength, there was just no leverage to make the blows stick.
The drywall would probably be wrecked, but she should count her blessings that he had bothered to install it at all; otherwise she'd have been kissing the steel wall of the sea-can. Drywall and insulation was much softer, all things considered.
As Rune collected herself, having again proven that she was quick on her feet, Hood took a step away and a few deep breaths to wince off the near catastrophic blow to the crotch. "This is the living room. Note there are chairs, and cots."
The chairs were simple metal folding chairs. There was no television, and a few buckets of paint and rolls of plastic sat against one wall. Despite the work-in-progress nature of the place, it was all very neat and tidy. Organized.