First Rose
Yet to bloom a thousand times more~
Pit
S.D. Rookie
The Rookie's Premier
There was so much going on, and too little time even to take a simple moment to get an explanation. By the time he approached, their adversaries had already narrowed in, dividing them, picking them off. The canine, of the size of a grizzly bear looked to be nervous, scared even as he turned in a full circle. As the holler from Tadashi called his attention toward him, but to his fortune, he seemed to have it under control. Or..maybe he doesn't...the man behind him, Pit stepped forward, however, Tadashi had already zipped behind the foe and delt with him quickly before the rookie's second breath.
Pit gulped, his access to air seeming to lower by the second as he looked around the fast paced event before him, they were everywhere, and they only seemed to increase in numbers. If it wasn't for the guided words from the gang leader, Pit would have remianed but a frozen goat amidst chaos. It was obvious that this-...was definetly a first.
A nervous nod came from him as he then turned to the quickly approaching machete-man. His eyes widened as he threw himself at Pit, his sword poised to slash right through him. Instinctively, he brought the hockey stick up to the block the attack, however, as would a slick blade slice through clean butter, the mere stick became two. Looking between them for a moment, Pit dropped them as the machete man swung at him again, though just barely being able to evade a critical wound as it sliced across his chest. Pit let out a small high-pitched whine as the blade came back around, this time although, tripping on his own two feet, the blade just barely missed his nose. On the ground, he took the spare half of the hockey stick, adn flung it at his foe, being the only thing he could think of at the moment as he got to his feet.
Spinning horozontally at unmatched speed, the machete man was knocked backward yet again as the wood collided with his chest. He withdrew a frustereated puff of air as he regained himself.
A scoff came from him, "heh, you can't be serious." Now mocking the poor mutt as he backed away. "What's wrong pooch!? C'mere boy hehehe..." Never in his life, never, had his heart beat this fast. With his focus toward the man, he didn't at all have his attention on his back, not until it was too late, as a crowbar made hard contact with his shoulder. To be frank, he could barely feel it, as there was at least 4 good layers of msucle absorbing the impact; but it scared him out his mind, and Pit let out a yowl before throwing his arm into him. Sending the mugger hard into the wall; it cracked in the man's wake. However, before he knew it, another man came at him with a bat, and let it fly into Pit's knee. Another whine as Pit leaned forward, but only to have the same broken half of the hockey stick broken upon his muzzle. That-..that hurt, and the audacious growl that came out of him made it known. But before he could returnt eh favor, there were more on him, literarly, as two had jumped onto his back, and began to hit Pit as hard as they could.
Now being overwhelmed and ganged up on by at least 7 full grown men, he did the only thing he knew how to do best, why Pit, humilated, hurt, tired, and scared, crouched down and buried his head underneath his immensive arms and absorbed blow after blow. The man-dog, the size of a grizzly bear, feared his life as he only waited for everything to stop, to go back to teh way ti was. To go back to the car, to go back the temple, to go back to his job-..his life. At this point, he was so in himself that he barely felt the impact of metal and hard wood upon his ripped and toned muscle.
"What the hell would this be??....Pffsh.." The familiar voice returned to his senses as the machete man approached. "Am I killing some goliath? Or-" He let out a laugh as he looked down to the cowering mutt upon the ground. "Or am I just putting down some dumbass dog?" He said as he raised his blade.
As if to answer his very prayers, Pit then heard a sudden, *AAGHZHZZZZGZ*... Before it was followed by the prompt fall of bodies.
Then- silence.
The voices around him were blurred, unpercievable as Pit remained motionless, actually, no- he wasn't. The poor canine was shaking as if he had seen a ghost, and it seemed he hadn't yet realised that their opponents were all but KO'd, and the attack had resided. Everything had happened to fast, with so much, and he- had been ready for none of it. What the heck had Balto got him into?? With his poor suit ripped to near shreds, and his body wet with sweat, it seemed Pit had took quite the beating, fortunately, that was not the case. The poor rookie just had an experience of a lifetime, and what he had yet to realize, was that it was only the beggining.
Interactions:
- Nionet
- Tadashi
- Kanna
- Chikage
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