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One kick to the face. He makes a face while recoiling in pain.
Two kicks to the face. His head snaps back slower this time.
Three kicks to the face. You felt his teeth with that one.
Four kicks to the face. Blood is already trickling down his lip.
You go for a fifth, sixth, seventh, but the first kid has some balls, and needs a second thrashing already. He's jumped on your back, and started pulling your hair. Thank goodness he doesn't know to gouge for the- "AAYYYYYYYEE!!"
A purple and red acrylic thumb is jammed in your right eye, causing blindness and pain. (Duh!) Luckily, you kicked the other kid in the teeth so many times, that he's already out of the fight. Now to finish it.
"Stick a thumb in my eye, will ya?" You run backwards into the brick wall in the alley of Buster's Bar, slamming your opponent's skull into the brick, crown-first. He's still rooting around in your eye socket, trying to permanently blind you! Another back-slam. Another. Another. He's not getting the memo, he's still on your back with his thumb in your eye, making ice pick-like inward jabbing motions.
With all your might, in the most intense pain you think you've ever been in, you smear the thug into the brick, freeing your eye -- and busting down the brick wall at Buster's!!!!
You land on top of the Irritable Bowel Boy, both of you on top of the bar. In front of Marty and two other bar flies, you come to first, and begin smashing beer bottle after glass beer bottle on the face of your enemy, until you run out of bottles. You smashed 13 bottles on his skull, but you wish you had enough to do your own a capella version of "99 bottles of beer on the skull".
You look at the damage you've done and realize you're not so good at looking and seeing right now, due to the assault on your eyeball. Still, you can tell that this guy is FUCKED. UP. a You look up and behind the bar, and Marty is so preoccupied with cowering on fear that he doesn't even have a snide comment to snark out. The other patrons drinking at the bar had already left, probably without paying their tabs.
"There. I helped you. With the wall." You point to a corpse. "This dickhead and his buddy... Were drawing all over it..." You point to the graffiti mural, now in pieces all over the floor. Marty looks fucking terrified of you.
That fight didn't go exactly as planned. You're starting to feel dizzy and lightheaded, and you still can't see too good. Where do you go now?
>The doctor. A medical professional, who else?
>Ask Marty for help, he owes you after what you just did for him.
>Go home and rest, it's only a short walk from here.
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