Son of Legends

Just a Street Fight

"I'm the loneliest of all." The Atlas kid stopped singing. I was listening over radio, didn't really catch her name, but did it really matter? Atlas is home to all the stuffed shirts and spoiled brats, especially the worst families, the Schnees. Well, say what you want, that Atlas girl's singing is really pretty.

It was pretty late out, and I could see the shattered moon in the sky. I took a shortcut through an alley to get to my bike. At that moment, a group of thugs wearing masks gathered at both ends of the alley and walked closer to me.

"Look at this, boys, alone pup out and about. How bout you drop whatever you got and head home to Mommy?" One of them had said. I looked at the group, and they brandished metal bats and knives.

"I'm gonna tell you once and once only. Beat it, or I beat you." I told them. They laughed.

"A little overconfident, aren't you? Look, just give us your stuff, and..." I landed a front kick to his chest, and he flew out of the alley and rolled to a stop just at the entrance. They all looked back at me when they saw this.

"Last chance," I start to put on my gauntlets. They all ready themselves for what comes next. "Alright, but whatever comes next, it's on you." I activate the gauntlets, and out come three claws. The two in front of start to rush me. I kicked one and grabbed the shirt of the other with one hand and threw him toward the entrance.

I started to run towards the open space and waited for the rest to follow. That's when the rest started to attack. They swung their Bats and knives, and I dodged and blocked, respectively. I had slashed at a couple of them and kicked a bat out of one of their hands. As the bat sailed straight up into the air and came back down, I kicked it into the head of one of the stooges and knocked him unconscious.

I continued to fight and saw that a few a good distance away and started to throw three knives. I retracted my claws, and I caught one, two, and spun while catching the third one. I then threw the knives at the three thugs feet. They started to run, but I loaded a lightning dust shard in my right gauntlet and shot the three of them like it was a super powered taser. Effectively stunning them.

At that moment, the big guy came walking up. "So big boss came to try your luck?" He pulled out a chain with a weight at the end. He started to swing the chain around until he hit me. He had gotten a cocky grin on his face until he saw that I transformed my skin into something akin to steel.

"You should have walked away, bub," He started to pull his chain away back but couldn't because I held onto the chain, even though I was at least ten times smaller. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull his weapon back towards himself. I ejected my claws again and cut the chain. That made the big guy fall back on his butt. I walked up as he was still on the ground, still covered in metal, dealt a low kick to his head, and knocked him out. I saw nobody else near me, but I could smell them, and they were behind me.

I felt a thud and heard a clang against my metal skin, I looked behind me and saw that a kid was holding a metal bat that was now bent. I looked around d and noticed that he's the only one who wasn't a full-grown adult. I heard sirens coming closer.

"Get out of here, kid. Make better choices than them," I gesture over to the ones on the ground and turn to walk away. Letting down my metal skin, I approached my bike, Triumph Bonneville T100. The growl of the engine comes to life, and I ride out to the woods. Riding my bike always centered me. Especially now that it was night.

I got home, headed inside, and was met with the sight of my parents.

"Do you have anything to say?" Dad said with arms crossed. He was a mountain of a man and abhorred violence unless absolutely needed. He also had a thick Russian accent. His name is Piotr Rasputin, and he's a legend of a Huntsman.

"I... don't know what you're talking about," he held up a tablet that showed security footage of my recent skirmish.

"I do like this, however." He stopped at the part where I let the kid go.

"Go easy on the him, I'd say gold stars all around." Mom told him. She is shorter than much shorter than dad, shorter than me even. Dad is six foot six, while mom is five feet even. She is also much more aggressive and more stoic than dad. Her name is Jenny Howlett, and she is another legend amongst Huntsmen.

"Please do not encourage him," dad said, looking at mom. He looked back at me, and I saw mom give me a thumbs up. "What you did was potentially very dangerous, and you could have gotten someone hurt."

"But you and mom trained me as much. Besides, I'm pretty sure the most serious injury I gave them was a broken bone or two," dad pinched the bridge of his nose, relenting knowing how he won't really get through to me. "How did you get that footage anyway?"

"An old friend sent it to us. Runs a school. Says you'd be a good fit, considering your performance through the footage," mom said. "We both think you should join. We've taught you all that we could on our own,"

"Plus, it would be a good way to learn how to work with others. We at least hope you at least think about it." Dad added. I took a little time to think it over. But no matter how much I think, I can't think of a good reason not to go.

"When do I leave?" I asked.

"A couple of weeks." Mom answered. "We'll train you up just so you aren't rusty when you get there." And thus, my hell week had begun until my attendance to Beacan began.