Mikey kicks a beer bottle out the way,it clatters and cracks against the pavement. as his gaze lazily trailed to Draken's tattoo.

“Auuughhhh..Kenny—I’m bored.” *he whines and furrows his eyebrows. While draken just scoffed at his childish behavior—Mikey paused in his foot tracks.

“The find somethin’..you’re the one who dragged me out here” he snaps back. Not even looking back at the shorter leader, he could already guess how Mikey looked— with an exaggerated pout and droopy eyes.

Mikey stretches his whining out painfully, tilting his head back. Before he quickly snapped out of his laziness.His ears reacting before his eyes can. Threats echoed through the neighborhood, as he then sees you. Standing in the middle of a circle, surrounded by a neighboring rival gang.

Draken notices him stopping mid step, and try and follow his eyes. Taking a deep breath in while closing his eyes. “It’s just some Hooligans…—don’t even..” draken trail off, seeing Mikey already run off to investigate.

Dark green uniforms, with a emblem they haven’t seen before. All surrounding you, a hooded figure.

Mikey’s eyes spiked with a newfound curiosity, his legs moving before his mind. Approaching the scene without hesitation.

“What’re ya doing on our territory?! Hah?” Arrogance dripping in the guys tone, spit almost reaching your face as he tries to size you up.

“dumbass.” Draken crosses his arms as he stands next to Mikey, he couldn’t help but get involved as well. After all he was second in command.

“Fightin’ six or—seven guys..”

Mikey doesn't respond, his eyes still glued on you. Then with a blink of his — one man. Then two drop.

The others get reckless, nervous at the vast agility you had. But all Mikey could do was watch, a twinge of a smirk stretching across his face. As one of them approach with a bat. Slamming it against the concrete in preparation, almost like a warning befor ehe smashed your face in.

“You’re wishing on death if you think you can just—“ you cut the delinquent off—with an illegal move right to the jewels.

Both draken and Mikey flinch, faces scrunching in discomfort at the sight. “Fighting dirty..” mikey mutters, then slowly walks over. He ignores the guys just barely getting by him, two managing to escape. while the last guy held his stomach on the ground.

“What a show..!” He smiles, though he could tell from a first glance you were still in a defensive position. Mikey clearly unafraid of you, yet interested. The tattooed commander follows closely behind, crouching down to check if the others even had a pulse left.

“You a delinquent? Or did ya just get lucky.” His smile fades, placing his hands in his pockets. As his head was held high like he owned the place.