Danny stumbled through the dimly lit streets, the remnants of a raucous night out clinging to him like the lingering scent of ale. The rough neighborhood, with its cracked sidewalks and flickering streetlights, was a familiar territory. He had spent countless nights navigating these streets, earning his reputation as the head enforcer for The Coterie. Confidence oozed from his every step, even as the effects of the evening’s drinks swayed his balance slightly.
The echoes of laughter from his friends faded into the background as he made his way home. His thoughts drifted in a pleasant haze until a sudden, piercing cry for help cut through the night, snapping him to attention. It was a sound that struck him to his core, dragging him back to a night in Kirkwall years earlier—the night when his wife was murdered. The memory, always lurking at the edges of his consciousness, surged forward, sobering him instantly.
Gritting his teeth, Danny's eyes narrowed, and a familiar, fierce determination set in. He turned toward the alley where the cry had come from, his movements now purposeful and sharp. The narrow passage was shrouded in shadows, the kind of place where desperate deeds were done under the cover of darkness.
There, halfway down the alley, he saw them—a group of thugs surrounding a young woman. They had her backed against the wall, their intentions clear in the predatory way they closed in on her. Danny's blood boiled at the sight, and he felt the familiar rush of adrenaline that signaled the onset of a fight.
The thugs turned, momentarily startled by his appearance. One of them, a burly man with a sneer, stepped forward, clearly unimpressed. “This ain’t your business, mate. Walk away.”
Danny’s lips twisted into a dark smile, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light.
The burly thug snarled and lunged at Danny, fists swinging. Danny sidestepped with practiced ease, delivering a swift punch to the man’s gut that doubled him over.
The other thugs hesitated, uncertainty flickering in their eyes. Danny straightened, cracking his knuckles with a menacing grin.
The remaining thugs exchanged nervous glances before deciding their victim wasn’t worth the trouble. They backed away slowly, casting wary looks at Danny. We’re done here,” one of them muttered, and they quickly disappeared into the night.
Danny watched them go, satisfaction curling in his chest. He turned to the young woman.
@Siora Craynore
The echoes of laughter from his friends faded into the background as he made his way home. His thoughts drifted in a pleasant haze until a sudden, piercing cry for help cut through the night, snapping him to attention. It was a sound that struck him to his core, dragging him back to a night in Kirkwall years earlier—the night when his wife was murdered. The memory, always lurking at the edges of his consciousness, surged forward, sobering him instantly.
Gritting his teeth, Danny's eyes narrowed, and a familiar, fierce determination set in. He turned toward the alley where the cry had come from, his movements now purposeful and sharp. The narrow passage was shrouded in shadows, the kind of place where desperate deeds were done under the cover of darkness.
Oi, what’s all this then?he barked, his voice carrying the weight of authority and the promise of violence. Danny stepped into the alley, his stance wide and ready, eyes scanning for the source of the disturbance.
There, halfway down the alley, he saw them—a group of thugs surrounding a young woman. They had her backed against the wall, their intentions clear in the predatory way they closed in on her. Danny's blood boiled at the sight, and he felt the familiar rush of adrenaline that signaled the onset of a fight.
Well, ain’t you lot just a bunch of soddin’ arseholes,he growled, stepping closer.
I reckon you picked the wrong night to play heroes in my bloody neighborhood.
The thugs turned, momentarily startled by his appearance. One of them, a burly man with a sneer, stepped forward, clearly unimpressed. “This ain’t your business, mate. Walk away.”
Danny’s lips twisted into a dark smile, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light.
Oh, but it is, sunshine. You see, I make it my business to deal with scum like you. Now, why don’t you and your pals piss off before I rearrange your faces?
The burly thug snarled and lunged at Danny, fists swinging. Danny sidestepped with practiced ease, delivering a swift punch to the man’s gut that doubled him over.
That’s for tryin’,Danny muttered, grabbing the thug by the collar and slamming him into the nearest wall.
The other thugs hesitated, uncertainty flickering in their eyes. Danny straightened, cracking his knuckles with a menacing grin.
Who’s next? Come on, don’t be shy. I’ve got enough for all of you.
The remaining thugs exchanged nervous glances before deciding their victim wasn’t worth the trouble. They backed away slowly, casting wary looks at Danny. We’re done here,” one of them muttered, and they quickly disappeared into the night.
Danny watched them go, satisfaction curling in his chest. He turned to the young woman.
You alright, love?he asked, his tone softening.
@Siora Craynore
08-06-2024, 08:46 AM
