[center][h2][color=#20B2AA]Zach Kozel:[/color]
[color=goldenrod]Denver Alley[/color][/h2][/center]
The black man he had noticed earlier stepped in front of him, towering over Zach menacingly. The human garbage before him spoke of tributes, and had the nerve to call Zach [i]whitey[/i]. A breath escaped his lips, nervousness mixing with excitement. Today he didn't even need to look for the trash he was to take out. It had rolled up to him. Despite himself a smile flickered quickly across Zach's mouth. With slow, deliberate motions he reached behind his head, pulling his hood over his head.  He glanced over his shoulder and saw three more of the thugs. Shit. To win this fight he would have to incapacitate three bags of human waste with just his fists. 

He wouldn't end up hurt, unless he broke his hands, but this was gonna be exhausting. If only he could steal one of their weapons-God, that was actually his only choice right now. Zach made his decision, moving forward to punch the 'leader' in the stomach. It was a sloppy punch with barely enough force to knock the wind out of someone, and if he missed he was going to stumble for sure.