I swung a punch at the bigger of the two perverts, slowing and opening my hand at the last moment, turning it into a slap on the face.
What is this, a joke? Dave laughed, slamming his fist into my gut, causing me to dry heave on the concrete.
Frisk gasped as I got up and slapped him again.
At this point, Jaroll had gotten annoyed and stepped in, kicking me in the face with a roundhouse, sending me sprawling out.
I pulled a left over rag, I'd taken it from the mechanic shop I've been working at part time, from my pocket and planned my next move.
'Dave.' I thought. 'He's first. throw the rag into his face as a distraction, then, when he throws a blind punch, block it, discombobulate, dislocate, and heel kick.'
I spun, throwing the rag into Dave's face, momentarily blinding him before he threw the punch I'd anticipated, which I blocked and then cupped my hands and clapped them over his ears, Dave Screamed and I swung another punch, striking his jaw, dislocating it and then, jumping, I slammed my heel into his chest, hearing the ribs crack under the force, and sending him into the brick wall behind him, cracking his head open, the blood splattered the wall, and began to pool around his limp body on the ground.