Jezebel Berkeley

Bastard. She said as her hand shot out to slap him across the face. For a little girl, she could fight a good bit, especially since the older boy shouted out as a red mark shown on his face. She made to run, but the boy she didn't slap grabbed her, and held her in place. "You'll pay for that you filthy little thing." She had no doubt on how he was going to make her pay by the way his eyes roamed up and down her body. She sneered at him, making a point to look at his face. "Prikosnisʹ ko mne, i ya tebya ubʹyu." Touch me and I'll kill you. A empty threat coming from her, since she would never kill someone, but teach them a lesson, that she would do. However she saw no way that she could, three against one wasn't fair. Especially three older guys against a small girl. "Trusy!" Cowards. The boy she slapped told her to shut up as he slapped her, making her even madder. Then he looked to the other guys asking if they should take her somewhere else, or do as they wish with her here. The whole time she struggled trying to get free. Even though she doubted it, she couldn't help but let a little hope stay in prayer that someone would come help her. She wasn't sure she could hold off one of these guys, let alone two. She needed help, and she needed it real bad. So far they had only used basic physical attack, but she knew that if one of them really wanted to hurt her they could. They were bigger, and she knew a few punch from these guys and it would be hopeless. Now a shout of fear came from her, but it was soon silenced when the guy in front of her threatened to harm her. Her mind began to work fast trying to think of a way out of this...

Sam Lemaster

Sam had just arrived in town. His parents had sent him off to america a month or so ago stating that he was ready to face the world. Yea, okay, not like he was only 13 or anything. He had loved them, really he had, they took care of him, fed him, gave him a great education. But apparently he hadn't loved them enough, or they just didn't love him as much as he had once hoped. Either way, here he was, stuck in the middle of bumblefuck nowhere in a completely different country.

In just the amount of time he had thus far been there he had already been beaten up pretty badly a couple of times. No one likes a kid who can speak seven languages and hasn't even finished middle school yet. They got it into their head that he believed he was smarter than them, so they took out their anger. They all wanted to teach him a lesson, teach him that accents were too good and so were otherworld languages.

So far, today was one of the first days he had been able to walk through town and not get pummeled. So, as you can imagine he was in a fairly good mood. No one had managed to land a punch on his face yet so all of his marks were easily covered by his clothes. Sam was just another little kid wandering around without a thought in the world.

He was in a new part of town, the east end by the looks of it. He had already seen most of the west and the outskirts. So Sam had no idea where he was headed or what he was walking into when he came around the bend and was faced with a bridge. One thing was for sure, it certainly wasn't new, but it was really cool looking to him. What 13 year old boy sees an old bridge and doesn't want to run on it and climb its pillars? Unfortunately for Sam and his usual bad luck, climbing would have to wait until another day. As he neared the bridge he noticed a little group of kids on the other side. There were three older boys, about 16 or so, he couldn't really tell all the people in america had odd ways of dressing and acting. Then he spotted the little girl. She looked helpless and very, very, pissed off. The boys had her surrounded and seemed to be holding her against the railing. Sam knew he had very little chance, but she was tiny and he at least had a good build and considerable training if he needed it so he called out, acting completely innocent and surprised but also forgetting the language barrier.

"Oĭ! Kakvo pravish?"
"Oi! what are you doing?"

He called out to them in bulgarian, his face the picture of a little boy's simple curiosity. His voice was young and grating but adorable in every way.

Jezebel Berkeley

Watch out they're coming to beat you up. Her words were a warning to Sam, but the guy holding her began to shake her head nearly making her bite on her tongue. Bell was getting even madder when she thought of the guy's hands on her. Without hesitation, she managed to stomp her foot on the guy's foot, who grunted and loosened his grip. That was enough for Bell to get loose, and turn to face him. He came at her, but with her small size she managed to dodge it, and come up to his side, and give him a punch. It didn't effect him much, but it slowed him down a little. First punch was hers. "YA budu bitʹ tvoyu zadnitsu." I'm going to beat your ass.

The two boys came at Sam, they're faces mask of anger. "Shut your mouth, kid. We're going to show you what you get for sticking your mouth where it don't belong." The first boy made to throw a bunch at Sam to knock him in the face. It was aimed mostly for the nose area. The other boy, tried to grab Sam by the arms, so the other boy could beat him up more easily. If this worked the other guy would of started punching him in the stomach over and over, showing no mercy as he tried to beat up the kid.

Sam Lemaster

Sam was caught very much off guard. He had been having such a nice, clean day. And now this had to happen. He cursed under his breath in arabic this time, that was always the one he used when he was anxious. His emerald green eyes grew big in surprise as two of the guys turned and started walking towards him. He would have dodged them, ran in fact, if she hadn't yelled out, in russian. Sam's face immediately went blank and he found he could only stare at her in shock, he hadn't heard anyone speak his native tongue in many, many years, if a 13 year old can even have that many years. His green eyes were stunned, his lips quivered in silence, wanting to yell out but unable to make up their minds. He made direct eye contact with her.

"u-vy russkiĭ?" "y-you are russian?"

It was all he had time to say because at that moment there was a fist sailing towards him, his face. Just out of impulse and by sheer luck, Sam ducked right in time for the guys hand to swing over his head. Unfortunately Sam's luck never lasted that long and he forgot about the other guy. Too late.

Sam turned on his heal to try to spin out of the the kids range but was too far delayed and the guy managed to snag the sleeve of his jacket. He couldn't stop himself from spitting out a few choice, bulgarian curses in response.

"Maĭnata! kuchi sin!" "F**k! Son of a b**ch"

Before he knew it he was in the death grip of the guy with his arms folded very uncomfortably behind him. Sam was small compared to both of them so it simply made it worse when the other guy, the one he had ducked from, began to repetitively punch him in the gut. He cried out in shocked pain for the first couple but soon enough it grew numb to him and he waited for an opening.

He looked up at the girl first to check and make sure she was not in any possible path before wriggling in the other man's grip and bringing both of his legs up to, hopefully, make perfect contact with the guy who had been delivering the punches. When he made contact the kid went flying backwards with his hands sprawled over his face while he shouted with rage. Sam prayed that this was enough to distract the last kid, the one who seemed to have made himself the leader, and buy some time for the little girl. He didn't want to wait though so he just started to yell out as he struggled in the third guy's arms. Sam could take a beating, that was never an issue, but these guys were older and they had a tendency to hurt a lot more, not to mention there was a girl involved and she had spoken russian, he had to know.

Jezebel Berkeley

Watch out. It was warning to Sam because of the guy's fist. She herself had to dodge a kick aimed for her legs. The guy coming for her was trying to trip her so he could grab her. Weak bastard she thought to herself. Gotta pick on smaller kids to make yourself feel better.

Hearing Sam's shouts of pain, attempted to run over and help. However, the leader grabbed her from behind, but his grip hadn't grown tight enough to stop her. She spun around, ignoring the slight burn on her wrists from the pain it caused her to get him to let go of his tight grip. Full of rage, she lunged at him, taking him by surprise. Her hand curled into fists as she repeatedly brought them down on his head as he shouted out curses. She finally stopped after quite a few strokes, and mainly because he managed to knock her off finally.

He went after Sam when he saw the boy make his friend go flying. The boy landed on the ground hard, stunned which is why he didn't get up right away. The leader's steps were awkward at first, almost like he was dizzy from all those hits to the head. Then he got his balance, as he aimed more punches for the boy's stomach. That is till an unexpected push to the side toppled him over. Even though it wouldn't of been much force, Bell's push was enough to beat the outcome.

Jezebel tried to go after the guy that was holding onto Sam now. On the way she kicked the leader somewhere personal to keep him down, before going after Sam's holder. If the Russian boy helped, she could probably get a opening to hit him somewhere unpleasant to make him let go of Sam so they could run.
"Zastavʹte yego oslabitʹ hvatku." Make him loosen his grip. She called out to Sam while she kept an eye out for a opening, and any sneak attacks.

Jezebel Berkely

Jezebel met his gaze as he stared at her in shock. In all honesty her shock had blown over after hearing him speak that other language. It didn't surprise her much that he spoke Russian, after all she could tell that was his decent. At his question she would of said yes, but instead was forced to yell out a warning. "Ostorozhno!" (Watch out.) It was warning to Sam because of the guy's fist. She herself had to dodge a kick aimed for her legs. The guy coming for her was trying to trip her so he could grab her. Weak bastard she thought to herself. Gotta pick on smaller kids to make yourself feel better.

Jezebel tried to go after the guy that was holding onto Sam now. On the way she kicked the leader somewhere personal to keep him down, before going after Sam's holder. If the Russian boy helped, she could probably get a opening to hit him somewhere unpleasant to make him let go of Sam so they could run. "Zastavʹte yego oslabitʹ hvatku." (Make him loosen his grip.) She called out to Sam while she kept an eye out for a opening, and any sneak attacks.

Sam Lemaster

Time seemed to have slowed for Sam. He couldn't remember the last time anyone had spoken to him in any one of his languages let alone his native tongue. For some reason the very idea of being able to actually communicate with someone who didn't want to pound his face into mash made his mind race. His focus blurred as his continued struggle to be free of the other boys arms seemed more and more distant and the world grew steadily more quiet.

How pathetic of him to be so affected by such a small thing, and in the middle of a damn fight too. Then again he was just a 13 year old boy recently put out on the road by his oh so very loving parents. Sam was allowed to be a little bit spaced out by the shock of the little girls tongue at the very least. Right?

He shook his head forcing himself to return to real time. He realized that the boy's hands that were holding him were getting a bit sweaty from trying to hold on so tightly to the squirming boy. If the guy who Sam had dubbed their leader hadn't at that very moment been heading directly for him again, granted not too steadily, Sam probably would have been able to break free of the other kids grip. Unfortunately the slight distraction caused him to lose the window of opportunity. Lucky for him the girl came barreling into the kid's side and knocked him down. This sent a small smirk across Sam's face, what a chick he couldn't help but think.

He couldn't help but cringe a bit when the girl slammed her foot into the leader's jewels. Even if it wasn't him, he definitely knew the feeling. Not fun at all. Lucky for Sam the kid behind him had pretty much the same reaction, and in turn he let down his guard, releasing his grip only slightly. It was perfect timing because right then was when the girl had come hurtling towards them and yelled for Sam to try and make the kid loosen his grip. So, he did probably the only thing he could do. Knowing it would probably hurt like all hell, maybe even cause a cut Sam brought his chin down to his chest and with all his might he slammed his head back and up into the other kid's chin. He recoiled in pain rolling himself a bit to the side and bringing his head down to avoid any other hits that might be coming for him in response.

Jezebel Berkeley

Jezebel could see that Sam was still struggling against the other guy’s grip, and for some reason he seemed to be losing his focus along with the battle to get free. He couldn’t have been much older than her, and she wondered how he had been able to take so many punches earlier the way he did. Her attention went back to the guy that had slung her away, the leader, from when she had been pounding him on the head. Legs went into motion pretty quick as the little girl tried to protect the guy who came to protect her, how ironic right? Her knock into the taller and older boy was successful, along with the slam of her foot into his familys’ heirloom that would keep him down for a good while.

Looking up to see how Sam was doing, she saw his cringe when he realized what she did. Grinning just a little she gave a shrug as if to say what else would could she have done? Coming closer she waited to see if he would be able to do as she called out, make the other guy loosen his grip. Her hands were balled into little fists, ready to strike out already against the other kid, although she was starting to lose her confidence in being able to bring him down. This guy would be prepared for her but maybe the two of them together could manage it. A startled curse was given as Sam’s head connected with his captor’s chin, which was just enough to get him to release his grip to stumble back just a couple of steps. Hands ready to pummel the guy, she went in to close too soon, for the guy recovered enough to grab her arm in a tight grip. Her other hand shot out for his face area, not knowing it if would make it as she tried to claw at his eyes or get him to let go. While she did that, her face went to the arm gripping hers as she aimed to sink her teeth into his hand.

She needed help from Sam, together they could defeat him, she was almost certain. The rest were down and out of the count. Of course the two could always run, this guy wouldn’t think them worth the trouble, not without his buddies. Break them down and they become cowards.