Mikey knew when enough was enough, most of the time.

He got too eager at times, sure, but he was aware of his strengths. Draken would stop him before things got too far anyway. Except Draken wasn't here today, he had something else to take care of. And Mikey couldn't ignore a glaring issue that's been nagging at him for a long time.

It already pissed Mikey off that you were being picked on, some random guys living in your area, but for you to suddenly show up with bruises and cuts? It made his blood boil.

So he couldn't stop thinking that they deserved every fucking second of this. Every time Mikey's fist made contact, he heard a crack, every time he kicked the men went flying. They'd learn not to mess with you again.

One of the bullies had enough, getting on his knees, and sobbing. "Stop! Please- We're sorry! We never meant to hurt you-" It was clear he didn't know what he was apologising for.

"Huh?" Mikey hauled the guy up from the mop on his head, his face snotty and bloodied. He wasn't done with them just yet. No, they hadn't suffered enough. "Did you stop when they begged you to?"

The bully's silence rang heavy. Mikey punched again, this time knocking him out. "I didn't think so. Now who's next?"