A Young man walked down the streets of his home town, his backpack bouncing against his side as he walked from the bus station that he used to get to and from college to the crappy one bedroom apartment that most of his financial aid went to each month. His dark hair shining in the sun and his green eyes were bright with mirth. As he approached a parking lot, he cut through to get home quicker. He heard a cry for help. Turning his head, what he saw filled him with pure rage, a man, if you could call the eternal frat-boy man-child a man, was arguing with his girlfriend and had hit her. Her blue eye surrounded with a deep purple bruise. Walking towards the man-child, he dropped his bag on the sidewalk before placing himself between the woman and the man who had hit her before he could strike her again.

"Move Shitwad. This doesn't concern you." The young man didn't move despite being 6 inches shorter and probably one hundred pounds lighter.

"I think instead of moving I'm going to kick your fucking ass, you see, the way I was raised I was taught many things about being a man. Two of which were, one, a real man NEVER under ANY circumstances hits a woman. And two, a real man must beat the shit out of any so-called man who does lay his hand on a woman like that." The frat boy paused briefly before bursting out laughing. Taking advantage of the douchebag's distraction, the young man dropped quickly into a wrestling stance before lunging through the unaware frat boy's legs, grabbing and lifting him, before slamming him HARD onto the ground. Spinning around on his hands and knees, the young man prepared for an attack from his victim, unaware the cur had friends. One of which used the opportunity to slam his fist into the face of the young hero, bursting open his lip in a spray of ruby blood, now aware the fight was four on one, the young man didn't even bother to wipe the blood off his face. He turned to the young woman who had an awestruck look on her face.

"Run, now, I won't let them go after you." The young woman stood quickly before running.

"You REALLY shouldn't have done that. Now we have to hurt you." One of the frat boys pulled out a knife, approximately six inches long, with a serrated edge. The young man didn't like his chances. All his instincts told him he'd have to be quick and smart. Before they could even take a step towards him, he slid up to the man with the knife, dodged a swing of the blow used the opening to slide beside him and slammed his foot into the back of the older man's knee causing the man's head to fall right into a brutal uppercut; knocking him out instantly. Spinning on his heal, he slammed his heel into the temple of another man, again knocking him out immediately. At this point, the other two jumped him at the same time, their combined weight being too much for the young man, he collapsed, allowing the pair to rain a flurry of blows onto the young man's face and chest. After regaining his senses, he held his arms over his face to block the blows, placed his feet under one man's chest, and used his considerable leg strength to throw him up and off of him, the older man landing on the curb with the back of his head slamming into the curb rendering him unconscious. The last man, the one who had struck the young lady, got up and started to run, not willing to let this end without fulfilling his statement, of hurting the man who hit the woman. The young man chased after the frat boy, upon getting close enough, he launched himself into a missile kick at the back of the man's head, knocking him out. The young man walked away to applause showered upon him by the crowd of people who had gathered to watch the confrontation.

Author's Note

Boom, Two chapters within hours of each other, don't say I don't spoil y'all