Bobby X FemReader
Summary: George will do anything in his power to rescue you from the Headboys. Even after losing, he will find his way to you.
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George staggers a little as he steps back. His arms are raised in defence, for he doesn't have a weapon to help defend. He truly is on his own in this one...
His opponent charges an attack, and George swiftly steps aside and dodges the attack. George is just that bit faster, he takes the momentum to land a quick hit on the side of his opponent's head, knocking him back.
The other man grunts in pain upon impact. He stumbles away and nearly falls. George feels the need to be careful, for he doesn't wish to kill this man. He wouldn't be sure if he could live with himself if he ever killed a man. He knows that if he got drafted instead of his brother, he wouldn't have survived a day in the army...
The best thing he can think of is knocking his opponent out and winning the match like that.
It sounds easy in theory, but now to put this plan into action.
George keeps dodging and occasionally stuns his opponent with quick and sudden blows. Not too savagely, it's not necessary.
He raises his forearms and blocks the other man's attack, swiftly pushing his enemy away and throwing one last blow, knocking his opponent out cold. "Sorry lad, you're unmatched," George comments at the now unconscious man he knocked out.
The crowd watching the fight cheers at the winning contestant.
"Well Ladies and Gentlemen, look like the new contestant is a whole look tougher than he looks." The spokesman comments and George feels slightly insulted.
"We're gonna have to take it up a notch!" The spokesman's statement makes the undercover Constable flinch and straighten up again, ready to battle whatever is next on his supposed trail to save (Y/n) from the clutches of these hooligans.
The other lift opens up again, and now two men step out. These new opponents are weirdly dressed to resemble dragons, clothes painted green and cardboard bat wings on their backs, one man is holding a flaming torch defensively. This enemy will definitely take some more effort to defeat. "Beware the flames of the dragon!" The opponent holding the torch taunts, it sounds unhinged, that man must have lost his mind long ago... Poor fella.
George has never been a fan of fire, he can't count how many times he has burned himself when trying to help his mother cook or try cooking himself. He knows how damaging those flames can be, in this fight he hopes he doesn't hurt himself too badly while battling these new opponents.
George takes a defensive stance, struggling to focus on one enemy at a time. It's probably a good idea to take the one with the weapon down first to avoid getting injured.
"Taste the flames!" The enemy taunts and swings the torch around wildly. George has to jump back to avoid getting hit, a wave of heat blows over his face as the flame rushes by him.
He circles around the armed opposition as he swings wildly without much control. Not very smart, George could jump on once he gets too tired to whirl that torch around. Eventually, he manages to manoeuvre around him and hit him in the back of the head, startling him enough to make him drop the torch and clatter to the ground.
George suddenly gets hit in the arm, causing him to stumble back while holding his aching arm. He forgot about the other opponent for a moment.
He rubs the place on his arm where he got hit, that's going to leave a bruise for certain.
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The Blue Lives
FanfictionYou saved his life, in more than one way. You've shown him more care and compassion than anyone has shown him in a long time. It's hard to believe that you're a downer. How could he possibly repay you? By saving your life as well.
