He's big, Rasu notices as the brute starts coming at him. Easily bigger than him-- maybe a head taller? And stocky as hell. Doesn't seem out of shape, either, from how he's running. Rasu stands 5'6 with muscle to spare, but he's no rhino. And the dude has something about two feet long and straight in his hand. Pipe? No, baseball bat. Fuck.
Could be worse, he thinks. Could definitely be worse.
They meet at the cusp of a street lamp's beacon, and as the attacker swings the bat, Rasu dives into a roll, tumbles past the man's feet and rises back up to keep running past him in one smooth motion. If it can be helped, it'd be better not to face off against him at all-- Rasu just wants him away from his target.
When he turns around and gives chase, however, Rasu knows that option is not going to happen. He stops running and turns around, placing himself between the attacker and the owner of that bag. His stance shifts, feet comfortably apart for balance with knees slightly bent. And he raises his fists.
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Could be worse, he thinks. Could definitely be worse.
They meet at the cusp of a street lamp's beacon, and as the attacker swings the bat, Rasu dives into a roll, tumbles past the man's feet and rises back up to keep running past him in one smooth motion. If it can be helped, it'd be better not to face off against him at all-- Rasu just wants him away from his target.
When he turns around and gives chase, however, Rasu knows that option is not going to happen. He stops running and turns around, placing himself between the attacker and the owner of that bag. His stance shifts, feet comfortably apart for balance with knees slightly bent. And he raises his fists.
"If you can run get out of here!" He calls.