[color=a2d39c]Street Dragon is sent back a few meters from the blow and falls to his knees, and then fully onto the floor. His breathing was ragged as he struggled to recover from the hit. He snarls weakly as he tries to force himself up but cannot manage it.

His body wouldn't move no matter how hard he tried. He slowly set his gaze upon Mr.Russo, he was surprised not only by how well the man had taken his blow but also how powerful his attack was. Street Dragon watches helplessly as Marcus is also taken down, he curses under his breath.

He then growls as Mr.Russo asks to have a conversation. "F-fine, you want to talk? How about we start with why you shoved us in some room!?" Curt spat his words, he noticed a slight taste of blood in his mouth. "What is your endgame!? You obviously don't need us to fight, you just kicked both our asses!"

Street Dragon briefly glances at Marcus. Then back at Russo. "The hell is this guy? He put me down so easily, and with one hit no less..." he thought to himself.[/color]