Rin screamed as he ran the rest of the way towards the group of kids, his fists already up and ready to connect with the first one in his path. There was something unassuming about this little yelling child, something about the way his body moved. He didn’t move like a trained fighter – he was more like a battering ram, rushing head on into danger. Rin jumped into the brawl, kicking and biting his way to the center of that huge mess.
The other children didn’t realize he was there until he was on top of them, sending a flurry of punches into every part of them he could get to. Dimly aware of what was going on, Rin could still feel the heavy blows that were delivered back to him. It hardly mattered. His goal was right in sight – even if it meant taking a few more attacks here and there.
It was all that crossed Rin's mind as he started running the rest of the way, his earlier cry transforming into a scream as he pulled back his fist and punched the first child in his way. The child staggered before striking back at Rin, immediately pulling him to the ground. They scuffled for a bit until Rin kept him to the ground, pinned in place by the force of his own fists. If they said anything about who he was - "that monster kid" who never stopped once he started - it only served to fuel his frustration at the situation.
Rin hardly formed a single coherent thought as he focused on the others. It was hard to tell how many other kids there were in all of the chaos. It didn't matter to him that he was getting attacked - all he could see was the child in front of him, just barely visible over the disordered battle. A few heavy blows wouldn't be enough to stop him from sinking his teeth into the arm of one child or from twisting the wrist of another. Once he entered the foray, he couldn't remember when he started fighting or when he had stopped yelling.
It seemed like one long battle to him, one where those stupid older kids seemed to multiply and he just kept getting angrier and angrier for - for - stupid people who shouldn't hurt other people ever because - because - because of everything! And why couldn't his dad see that? Why couldn't these kids see that? And people who were wrong and hurt others were bad and that was that!
He put himself between the smaller kid and the older ones, his breathing fast and uneven. Little fists trembled with rage as he readied himself to target the next child who dared come closer to him or Red. He barely felt his own injuries, but he knew that he hadn’t emerged from that unscathed. He could already feel the bruises forming and - never mind that. There would be time to worry about it later.
all in due time~~~
Rin screamed as he ran the rest of the way towards the group of kids, his fists already up and ready to connect with the first one in his path. There was something unassuming about this little yelling child, something about the way his body moved. He didn’t move like a trained fighter – he was more like a battering ram, rushing head on into danger. Rin jumped into the brawl, kicking and biting his way to the center of that huge mess.
The other children didn’t realize he was there until he was on top of them, sending a flurry of punches into every part of them he could get to. Dimly aware of what was going on, Rin could still feel the heavy blows that were delivered back to him. It hardly mattered. His goal was right in sight – even if it meant taking a few more attacks here and there.
It was all that crossed Rin's mind as he started running the rest of the way, his earlier cry transforming into a scream as he pulled back his fist and punched the first child in his way. The child staggered before striking back at Rin, immediately pulling him to the ground. They scuffled for a bit until Rin kept him to the ground, pinned in place by the force of his own fists. If they said anything about who he was - "that monster kid" who never stopped once he started - it only served to fuel his frustration at the situation.
Rin hardly formed a single coherent thought as he focused on the others. It was hard to tell how many other kids there were in all of the chaos. It didn't matter to him that he was getting attacked - all he could see was the child in front of him, just barely visible over the disordered battle. A few heavy blows wouldn't be enough to stop him from sinking his teeth into the arm of one child or from twisting the wrist of another.
Once he entered the foray, he couldn't remember when he started fighting or when he had stopped yelling.
It seemed like one long battle to him, one where those stupid older kids seemed to multiply and he just kept getting angrier and angrier for - for - stupid people who shouldn't hurt other people ever because - because - because of everything! And why couldn't his dad see that? Why couldn't these kids see that? And people who were wrong and hurt others were bad and that was that!
He put himself between the smaller kid and the older ones, his breathing fast and uneven. Little fists trembled with rage as he readied himself to target the next child who dared come closer to him or Red. He barely felt his own injuries, but he knew that he hadn’t emerged from that unscathed. He could already feel the bruises forming and - never mind that. There would be time to worry about it later.