Dusk fell over the city, bathing it in an orange like hue. In the middle of a back-alley, Shouts from onlookers filled his ears as Donk had found himself in a fight with a rival gangster after being caught trying to scrap the jerk's car. Donk grinned, holding his ground, eyeing up the fool who was about to blow a vein from anger. "Want me to move? Make me." He smugly smirked, seeing the idiot get foolishly close as he suddenly went to give a viscous round house to the face as teeth shattered across the asphalt of the alley ground as he sent the jerk flying. The onlookers cheer as he smirked with his eyes closed, taking in the sounds. That reminded him of the derbies.