The heavy sound of a body hitting the cobblestone draws his attention. From across the way he sees Crumpled Crony #2 heaped on himself and breathes a thin puff of air out of his lips, relieved to see it wasn't the person who'd come to his assistance. The last thing he needs is to have to haul a good Samaritan in for injuries (and lord help him if the good Samaritan needs to haul him in).
"You still got a chance to walk away here," Blake advises, further trying to de-escalate this situation. He really hadn't wanted this kind of attention at all.
The third doesn't seem interested in sense, though, and his much larger form is surprisingly fast as he comes in on Blake and begins throwing heavy punches. It's several dodges under for Blake — a boxer's sway — before he gets three fast rabbit punches into the guy's gut. Under the drape of the cloth is a whole heaping of abs that Blake should be expecting based on the rest of the guy's build, but instead finds himself surprised by the absolute unmovable nature of it.
Looking up — he's almost always looking up in fights, being a shrimpy 5'9" – his eyebrows both go up, too, just in time to have the larger man's forearms come down. They connect at the shoulders, jarring Blake's spine all the way into his tailbone. He seizes the opportunity, anyway and despite himself, grabbing onto the man's arms and using his grip and leverage to swing into a double-kick right into the guy's center mass. Momentum tumbles Blake backward and he rolls into a low ready stance while the crony stumbles back onto his ass into a pile of hay and, very likely, manure.
"You good?" He glances only briefly, a split second to make sure that Jo's not in over her head. Doesn't seem like that'd be the case, but once in a while a person gets a lucky hit in. He'd be remiss not to supply some backup in return.
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"You still got a chance to walk away here," Blake advises, further trying to de-escalate this situation. He really hadn't wanted this kind of attention at all.
The third doesn't seem interested in sense, though, and his much larger form is surprisingly fast as he comes in on Blake and begins throwing heavy punches. It's several dodges under for Blake — a boxer's sway — before he gets three fast rabbit punches into the guy's gut. Under the drape of the cloth is a whole heaping of abs that Blake should be expecting based on the rest of the guy's build, but instead finds himself surprised by the absolute unmovable nature of it.
Looking up — he's almost always looking up in fights, being a shrimpy 5'9" – his eyebrows both go up, too, just in time to have the larger man's forearms come down. They connect at the shoulders, jarring Blake's spine all the way into his tailbone. He seizes the opportunity, anyway and despite himself, grabbing onto the man's arms and using his grip and leverage to swing into a double-kick right into the guy's center mass. Momentum tumbles Blake backward and he rolls into a low ready stance while the crony stumbles back onto his ass into a pile of hay and, very likely, manure.
"You good?" He glances only briefly, a split second to make sure that Jo's not in over her head. Doesn't seem like that'd be the case, but once in a while a person gets a lucky hit in. He'd be remiss not to supply some backup in return.