[b][u]Market District[/u][/b]

[b][i]”AAAAAAAAAAAA—“[/i][/b] was Hiroshi’s first internal and external reaction to the brute coming down on him. This whole thing was getting too hot for him… It was just supposed to be a simple bank robbery, he can probably handle that! But these guys… These are the sort of guys dedicated fighters are supposed to take care of. The kind of guys that can [i]actually take a punch![/i] [i]“This is no place for a D-Class…”[/i] he thought to himself. He wanted to move, but his legs just didn’t want to cooperate with him. All that’s left was fight or die.

He gulped and curled his fists up tight, mentally gripping a few more chunks of leftover concrete. Yeah, dying wasn’t an option, and he sure as hell wasn’t gonna let it end here! While still screaming at the top of his lungs he thrust his fists up at the armored robber, sending the debris rocketing straight at the best possible place that could possibly offset his balance… His nuts. If there’s one thing he’s learned about surviving fights, it was fighting dirty!