[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200907/82450f7a2767a8095506f68eab4cfe91.png[/img][/center][center]40 / Male / Bar Owner[/center][center]Location: Bar parking lot • Tags: N/A[/center]

The blow rocked him off his feet. Luke fell on his side, the landing shooting an additional jolt of pain through his body. He'd fallen on a rock, one possibly large enough to leave him with a bruised rib. At least it didn't have a jagged edge to inflict additional damage.

The man pounded the ground once with his fist and gritted his teeth. He was finished with that fight. He didn't want to deal with the asshole anymore and he wasn't going to waste his time nor energy. Luke got to his feet surprisingly quick, spitting out blood. He closed the distance between himself and his opponent before kicking him in the gut. As the other man stumbled and attempted to regain some sort of balance, Luke threw the knockout punch. And that was that, the fight was over. Luke took a moment to catch his breath, looking down at the unconscious man. The idiot had some bulk to him so it came as no surprise that Luke wasn't able to immediately deal with him. But at least he'd gotten the job done. Luke did not tolerate thieves, and if they instigated a fight then it was free game.

Luke walked over to the door leading inside. He raised his shirt to check out the damage. It wasn't anything bad from what he could tell, but then again he wasn't a doctor. He leaned against the wall and pulled out his phone, dialing the cops.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"

"Yes, I need you to send a couple of deputies to my bar; some asshole tried to break in."

"Sir is this person armed?"

He smirked at the question. "Nah, we're good. He's knocked out cold a few feet from me. You should probably send the ambulance too."

Luke finished giving out some information before hanging up. He took a look around but there was no one in sight. The lot was empty save for his car, the thief, and that damn rock...

He quickly walked over and picked up the rock, examining it for a moment. He had no idea where it had come from, and he didn't care. Luke went over to the edge of the lot and tossed it on the grass. As he did so, he heard groaning from behind him. He turned around to see the asshole had regained some of his senses. Luke was planning to go back in his bar for a moment, but that idea was out of the question now. The front door was properly locked, so business could wait. For the moment being he'd have to deal with the thief until the cops arrived.