You were standing on the side of the dance studio, watching as the group of guys entered and started attacking one of Austin's friends.

Austin and the other members quickly jumped in to defend their friend, and it turned into an all-out brawl. You watched as they fought, your heart pounding in your chest. They were holding their own, but it was clear that they were outnumbered.

As the fight went on, you tried to find Austin in the chaos. You could see him throwing punches and dodging blows, his expression intense and focused.

Finally, the group of guys was forced out of the studio and the brawl ended. Your heart was still racing as you made your way over to Austin. He was bruised and battered, but he was still standing.

He gave you a weak smile as you approached. "I'm fine," he said, wincing as he touched a cut on his cheek. "Just a few scratches."