Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2016 14:41:25 GMT -5
Penelope followed Lucas to what he called the pit. Nothing to impressive just a big circle of drunken idiots cheering and screaming as two shirtless idiots stood in the center brawling. Penelope pushed her way through the crowd. She wanted a better look. She shoved past smelly, grimy assholes until she found herself in the front of the crowd. Penelope watched as the one guy took the other down to the ground and started beating in his face with punches. It was barbaric.....And thrilling. Penelope watched as his fist came down again and again and again, until eventually ever time it came up; ready to deliver another blow..... His fist was a little wetter, a litter redder and a little shiner. Penelope inhaled sharply. The thrill of watching such violence kinda excited her. She wanted to be a part of it. Penelope had training in mixed martial arts and was an expert in guerilla warfare, breach and clear tactics and surprise attacks, she was deadly with a knife and a pretty good shot with most firearms.... Though she had he weaknesses, they were all mental ones. Vulnerability, depression, abandonment issues and psychological trauma. Penelope took off her jacket and without looking shoved it into some guy's chest for him to hold. Inside the pitt the winner of the fight arrogantly asked if anyone else wanted to scrape with him.
Penelope was the one to step forward. As she took off her jacket she pulled her hair up into a loose ponytail.
Winner of the fight: Anyone else want to get their face caved in?
Penelope stepped forward. Her face the epitome of calm nature. The guy smiled. He looked around at everyone, who had stopped cheering. He wasn't sure if she was serious or not. But then he remembered that he was earning a wage off his fights. He had someone betting in the crowd on him, they waged food cigerettes a bit of booze whatever they could get their hands on really. Or at least some of them did. The pitt wasn't about betting it was about letting go of your hurt and giving someone else some hurt.
Winner of the figfht: Oh baby really? I don't want to fuck up that pretty face. Why don't you stand aside let the men have their fun.
Penelope pulled her sidearm and gave it to the guy holding her jacket. She didn't bother taken off her knife harnesses...... This wouldn't take long.
Penelope: We going to do this?
Her voice was flat and cold. The guy smiled a moment longer before running at her. He was tired of her smart ass mouth already. He tried to grab Penelope who calmly sidestepped him and stomped down on the side of his leg. He screamed in pain as his leg gave and he dropped to hi s knee. Penelope raised her knee quickly into the bridge of his nose and the world slowly turned his lights out. He writhed on the floor. Two moves and she had one the fight. Penelope smiled when she saw Lucas staring at her through the crowd. She wondered if he'd want to fighter her. That'd be an really interesting showdown....