Deon's head snapped up as he heard another voice. Swiveling his head side to side, his eyes finally happened on the younger boy. Seeing another human being alive was almost enough to make him smile. [i]Almost[/i] But before the boy's words had time to even register in his mind, Deon was thrown to the side of the road with a powerful swipe of the mutant monkey's arm. Momentarily getting the wind knocked out of him, Deon rolled over and got to his knees, clutching his side where he was certain that this...mutant monkey had probably bruised a couple of his ribs. Rage coursed through Deon's body as now that boy that had warned him was in the back of his mind, he wanted that monkey dead and he wanted it now. Getting up to his feet, Deon stared the animal down, a gleam in his eye that told the animal that he wasn't to be fucked around with. The monkey, in response, put itself onto its two feet and swung his arms wildly, beating his chest and producing a roar, exposing his fangs for Deon to realize that they were nearly an entire foot long each.

Deon charged the ape on steroids and shot a left hook towards the fuzzballs face, but the monkey used his strong, powerful arm to shield it's face and push Deon's hand back. Now rocking on the balls of his feet with his arms up in a defensive position, Deon wasn't even finished. Deon continued his assault on the monkey, jabbing right, left, kicking up, down...anything and everything he knew how to tire out his opponent quickly. The monkey was relentless, however, and continued to swipe and claw at Deon, being the first one to shed blood as it's claw caught onto Deon's arm and tore the skin through one of his tattoos. Deon had enough, no more games. He jumped back a few feet and grabbed a rock that had crumbled off of a nearby building and attacked the monkey once again, landing the rock square on his head. The monkey let out a terrible roar of pain, but Deon didn't blink. Instead, Deon swiveled himself around the monkey and jumped on it's back, wrapping his thick arms around the it's neck and began to squeeze. Blood poured from the animals new head wound, and now with his wind-pipe being crushed, the mighty animal finally slumped into unconsciousness. Deon climbed off of the knocked out animal and clutched the rock tightly in his hand, and continued to wail the rock into the animals head until nothing but a mangled wad of fur and blood remained.

"Eat up." Deon said to the boy, half joking.