Post by Agron on Jun 7, 2017 2:24:01 GMT
Tag: blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
This was Agron's first cruise . . . and maybe his last. It was not that he wasn't enjoying himself. It was actually far more fun that he would have expected. A few friends had insisted upon this getaway and Agron had eventually agreed, taking the time of work to do something so . . . luxurious. Though sometimes, he just needed quiet moments away from the crowd. He could not even blame being drunk on that desire.
He actually found it relaxing to just look at the water; to enjoy the view and drown out all else. Which was what his intention was when leaving the group -- as there seemed to be a party every single night aboard the cruise ship -- and make his way on deck. It was night, and all others were either enjoying the parties in whatever location, or had retired for the night. Well, almost all others. In Agron's desired peace, he noticed at the far end of where he was, three figures.
Two clearly men and one was clearly a woman. Agron paid no attention to it, shifting his focus back forward to look at the dark water, when he faintly heard protest, coming from the woman. He let out an annoyed breath at the disruption, knowing that his conscience could not allow him to ignore the situation or walk away. "Hey!" He called out to them, as he started to walk over. The two men paused, shooting him a glare.
"Mind your own fucking business!" One of them snapped. It wasn't until Agron was closer that he saw one of them had a hand on the woman's rear, while the other was tugging at the shoulder of her dress, as if attempting to pull it down. It made the anger fuel stronger in Agron. "You just made it my fucking business," he told him. One of them began to approach Agron, clearly with an angry demeanor . . . proved by the way he swung at him.
Agron dodged the blow and gave a powerful one back, straight across the man's nose in the hopes of breaking it. Blood poured from it as the man yelped in pain, holding onto it and trying to blink away the tears. The other grew angrier and apparently, felt himself more matched. He, was not. Agron grabbed his arm of the hand meant to strike him and twisted it firmly behind the guy's back as he positioned himself behind him.
"Get the fuck out of here," he told him in a stern voice, twisting his arm more as the man cringed with pain. "If I see you near her, or doing this again, I will fucking throw you over board you shit." With a final particularly strong twist, making the man let out a sound of pain, Agron shoved him so hard in his release, he stumbled to the ground. Staggering to his feet, the two of them hurried off, as Agron turned to look at the woman.
He actually found it relaxing to just look at the water; to enjoy the view and drown out all else. Which was what his intention was when leaving the group -- as there seemed to be a party every single night aboard the cruise ship -- and make his way on deck. It was night, and all others were either enjoying the parties in whatever location, or had retired for the night. Well, almost all others. In Agron's desired peace, he noticed at the far end of where he was, three figures.
Two clearly men and one was clearly a woman. Agron paid no attention to it, shifting his focus back forward to look at the dark water, when he faintly heard protest, coming from the woman. He let out an annoyed breath at the disruption, knowing that his conscience could not allow him to ignore the situation or walk away. "Hey!" He called out to them, as he started to walk over. The two men paused, shooting him a glare.
"Mind your own fucking business!" One of them snapped. It wasn't until Agron was closer that he saw one of them had a hand on the woman's rear, while the other was tugging at the shoulder of her dress, as if attempting to pull it down. It made the anger fuel stronger in Agron. "You just made it my fucking business," he told him. One of them began to approach Agron, clearly with an angry demeanor . . . proved by the way he swung at him.
Agron dodged the blow and gave a powerful one back, straight across the man's nose in the hopes of breaking it. Blood poured from it as the man yelped in pain, holding onto it and trying to blink away the tears. The other grew angrier and apparently, felt himself more matched. He, was not. Agron grabbed his arm of the hand meant to strike him and twisted it firmly behind the guy's back as he positioned himself behind him.
"Get the fuck out of here," he told him in a stern voice, twisting his arm more as the man cringed with pain. "If I see you near her, or doing this again, I will fucking throw you over board you shit." With a final particularly strong twist, making the man let out a sound of pain, Agron shoved him so hard in his release, he stumbled to the ground. Staggering to his feet, the two of them hurried off, as Agron turned to look at the woman.
