Tor's head snapped to the sound. A man with short cropped black hair bursts out of the building, duffel bag in hand. Something thrashed around in the bag, knocking it from side to side. "Stop it this instant, boy!"
The bag continues to knock against the man's legs, hissing out in fury. he slams the bag against the ground and kicks it, a whimper escapes the bag. the man yanks the zipper back and shoves a hand in, pulling out a slim figure. From the roof, Tor notices the matted blond hair caked with dried blood. One eyelid looks hollow, as it should. The boy looks no more thicker than a stick.
A muffled escapes the boy's mouth as the man's fist connects with Caspian's stomach. The boy falls to the ground as the man drops his hand from the boy's throat. The man whispers to himself, "Dammit, Zel is going to kill me for harming the boy further. Dammit," he knocks his knuckles against his temple in thought, "Mick, you are officially a classified retard. A dead classified retard."
Tor places his palms against the cement edge, leaning over to broaden his view. Caspian tries to pull himself up, in a vain attempt as he falls back flat.
Mick grabs the back of Caspian's already tattered Oxford white shirt and tosses him onto the top of the duffel before stuffing him in. Tor's lip pulled up into a snarl as he watched. before he could control his body, Tor sailed through the air. His heel connecting with Mick's chest, knocking him down. Mick coughed and pushed himself up onto his elbows, eyes looked on the man standing over him. Tor reached down and pulled Caspian out of the bag, groaning.
Mick pulled himself up and snarled, "You can't have the boy. Zel will kill me. Do you not have a conscious."
Mick, giving up on his talking strategy, raced at Tor with his fist raised. Tor easily sidestepped and knocked Mick's feet out from under him. Mick face planted, a small crack echoed through the street. Mick pulled himself up, nose bloody, and clutched his nose. Mick's eyes, wild with rage, stepped back and turning to run. Tor's hand snagged on Mick's collar and pulled him back. Mick groaned as his back hit the pavement. Tor straddled Mick's chest and pulled his fist back, slamming it into his jaw, nose, and cheek. After a few hits Mick fell unconscious.
His phone buzzed. Star.
