A Random Bar Fight for the Sake of Jensen getting an RP Sample, and Lenka/Luciano padding his RP-Sample Filled Pockets.

Today had been a completely boring day, as nothing had happened at all. No missions from Father Anderson, no random vampire attacks, and he couldn't even Parkour the rooftops because it was raining. Yes, today sucked very bad.

Currently trying to drunk his troubles away, Luciano had been disappointed to find that his synthetic body was preventing him from getting drunk entirely. He was currently sitting with his head resting on the counter, on top of his arms. Letting out a sigh, he wondered why he couldn't find any way to relieve his bordom.

Today was the complete opposite for Jensen. He had received his discharge papers, his body parts were all where they were supposed to be, and he had a pocketful of greenbacks that were aching to be spent wastefully on massive amounts of alcohol. Rather than drink his troubles away, unlike the cyborg, Jensen was trying to celebrate that he was now free to do what he whatever he wanted to do lest he get in trouble with his commander. Not that he wouldn't miss the life of the pure octane love fest he called the United States Marine Corps.

It didn't take long for Jensen to see the solemn cyborg with his head on the bar and stagger his way over there. Looking over his shoulder at his drinking partners, he shouted "Look what we have over here. Mr. Negative Nancy over her is being a Debbie Downer. I think he should leave." He gave a snort through his nose as he placed one of his rather large hands on the shoulder of the Cyborg and gave it a firm grip that only a man used to fighting and handling guns would have.

Picking up a couple slurs of drunken speech from his left, Luciano almost considered turning around, but a person with a rather firm grip had placed his hand upon his shoulder. Rolling his eyes, he continued staring at the counter directly in front of him, trying to burn a hole in it with his gaze.

Jensen's grip tightened for a moment on the Cyborg's shoulder before letting go and giving him a rather hard, painfully hard, slap on the back before turning away and walking back towards his friends. "Looks like Ms. Debbie Downer doesn't want to play with us guys. Guess it's that time of the month, guys." The chuckling continued as a few choice words were said in the direction of the Cyborg under a hood. Hopefully it get the correct insult and a fight would happen. Boy did Jensen want a good celebratory fight.

The man's grip tightened for a moment before letting go. Luciano thought he was going to just leave, before receiving a quite painful slap to his shoulder. Ack. If that wasn't hard enough, the man said several drunken garbled sentences, before Luciano caught what he was saying.

"Looks like Ms. Debbie Downer doesn't want to play with us guys. Guess it's that time of the month, guys."

Within his mind, there was a record scratch. He went back and replayed the audio of that sentence. Looks like Ms. Debbie Downer... Ms... Slamming his hands down on the counter with immense force, cracking it slightly, Luciano stood up. He had been called many things, many things he would tolerate. Only one of those things that he would Never tolerate was being called a girl. It was QUITE clear that he was in-fact a Man. Reguardless of his high-pitched pre-puberty voice, he was a MAN.

"I'm sorry, But I believe I misheard you. Would you repeat that?"

"Ayyyyy. She lives. I was afraid you had died and gone to hell." Jensen knew he struck a nerve by the Miss comment and he wasn't going to let it slide either. He pressed on like the good Marine he was.

"Oh okay. Sorry didn't know you were hard of hearing as well as a downer. I said it was your time of the month." He approached Luciano slowly and a half circle that seemed to be similar to the way a wolf stalked a cornered prey. He didn't need to be sober to fight. Fourteen years of training, fighting, and killing gave him a knack for fights. Muscle Memory was a bitch for those who underestimated an opponent who had it.

"You may say you are a man though but your voice says another thing. Mostly, that you're a girl. Now do you want to defend your fair honor or do you want one of the boys step in for you?"

His heavily tattooed arms seemed to tense for the upcoming battle that was to come. He wasn't going to underestimate his opponent though. He learned long ago to never do that.

The man in front of Luciano was huge, nay, the man in front of the Paladin was a Giant, but that mattered little to the boy at the moment. He had insulted his manliness by calling him a girl, and that was quite the large insult, mind you, but he had stepped upon Holy ground with his most recent comment. That was quite the unwise decision to make with an Iscariot Paladin in the room. Luciano decided upon trying to infuriate the man, and then get the fight out onto the street, where he would have an advantage with his speed.

"Oh, And you would know of Hell?" The boy stepped to the side slightly, putting his legs just inside shoulder width, his cross swinging as he did so. "And as if I would go within a thousand miles of a damned place such as that. But really, do people such as yourself have nothing better to do than interfere in the trifles of others while intoxicated?" He chuckled slightly. Oh, he prayed that there weren't any other Agents around to witness this, as they'd most likely jump up, sever the man's hand, and shove it down his throat.

Jensen chuckled.  Boy did he know about hell.  It looked a lot like A-stan and Iraq, both of which he had intimate knowledge about.  The man, or boy, that was standing in front of him was dwarfed by not only his height but by his girth as well.  With a smile Jensen stepped just within his opponent's striking range.

"Yea I'm rather intimate with Hell.  I've fought there a lot.  Looks a lot like Afghanistan and Iraq to me.  But you know what they say about Marines.  They don't die.  They just go to hell and regroup for the next war.  But that's neither her nor there."

With that he stepped further into striking range of Luciano and loosened up.  He knew tensed muscles slowed reaction time.  He needed his muscles loose and ready to go.  He also lowered his eyes so that he was able to see most of the body of his opponent to help his body block, parry, and/or dodge an attack sent his way.  The small man before he seemed like he could be quick or at least entirely stupid going against a man his size. Of course with his luck the boy would probably pull a weapon or have a trump card hidden up his sleeve. He then put his body, including arms, in the basic defensive position. Left foot slight behind his right, arms in a vertical position with his fists balled, ready to strike, and his body squared up.

That was a rather nice position that the man had taken... he was quite obviously trained. Well, Luciano came to that fact quite quickly, as the man kept blabbering about marines and similar topics. The boy could care less, as he was slightly irked about the fact he was talking about Hell of all things, but he currently had more important things to worry about. Currently, he was between a large man and a counter, which was not a great spot. He'd just have to fix that.

"You wouldn't mind taking this outside, would you? I'd like to keep property damage to a minimum."

"Yea we can go outside if you want." He lowered his guard a little, just enough so that he could motion towards the door. "Ladies first."

Jensen didn't really want to take the fight outside. Fighting in the streets was generally looked down upon by most modern police departments. Except Russians. He heard the Russians love to fight. But he still motioned for Luciano to go first. Of course this meant the small man would be able to have an advantage of a neutral location and Jensen would lose his advantage but it also mean Jensen could watch his opponent from behind to see how he moved. That would tell everything about his opponent and his fighting style.

Slightly infuriated by the man's most recent comment, he calmed himself and strode outside, resisting the strong urge to unwrap his tail from it's hidden place under his cassock and whap the man in the face with it, he found a nice spot in the middle of the alley, it was close enough to the wall he could hop up and grab a protruding beam to gain a height advantage, but he was also far enough from it that he wouldn't have reduced mobility. Turning around to face his opponent, he wondered slightly what exactly the man was planning. Only one way to find out. Crossing his arms, he waited.

Jensen just smiled as the man, or girl, moved over towards a low hanging beams that protruded from a wall. Obviously his opponent had situational awareness and probably had been trained martials arts but he was nowhere near his caliber of training and experience.

Jensen retook the same stance as when they were in the bar and waited for the first strike. He new better than to strike first unless he knew he could finish the job if he started to lose and he didn't have his handgun on him.

"Well, are you goin to come at me ma'am or what."

The man had slipped into the same stance as a moment ago, and then, of course, had insulted him... again. Luciano wasn't one for fights, and wondered slightly what the others in Section XIII would say, but then again, he had a feeling that the man in front of his wasn't going to let him just leave, anyway. Taking up a stance more easily suited for dodging incoming attacks, He tried loosening up a bit. He knew that in humans, if you tense up you will react slower. That wasn't a problem for the cyborg, however, as well as the fact he knew that he could practically slingshot himself to the side of the man by overcharging one of his legs for a moment. He decided upon waiting for the large, burly man in front of him to make a move.

"No, I think I will wait, Mio buon signore, You first."

Jensen gave a half-hearted shrug and one last smile before his face went blank. As much as one can go with such a prodigious beard occupying the majority of it. He took a couple of steps towards his opponent, crossing into his striking distance, in an attempt get an attack from his opponent.

As he advanced, cautiously, he hoped that Luciano would attack first but in the event that didn't happen he still had a plan up his sleeve.

The man advanced towards him, in any case, Luciano decided to try and piss off the giant with his favourite activity... Jumping around and dodging stuff. Hopefully, the man'd get pissed off and attack wildly, then he'd take him down. Shifting his weight to one leg, he waited for his quarry to get a bit closer.

As he advanced on his opponent he noticed his opponent's shift of weight from both feet to one. Either he was getting ready to launch himself away from the fight or send a quick his way. Either way he was ready for him. Jensen was already within his opponent's striking range, and well within his own, so he didn't have to worry about closing the distance with him again. In a sudden burst of speed unbecoming a man so large, Jensen launched himself at Luciano while reaching with his left hand towards the smaller man's right shoulder with intention of grabbing a hold on his robes.

As the man launched forward in a burst of speed, Luciano's thoughts ran along the lines of "What the heck? Is that even possible for someone to accelerate that fast? Seriously Physics?" Interrupting that thought before the man got too close, Luca activated his Flash Step ability.

>>>Activating Flash Step.

>>>Vector, 180.

>>>Arc, 0.

>>>Distance, 4 Meters.

>>>Activating.

As soon as the command line interpreted the action, in less than a thousandth of a second, He kicked off, launching him in a vertical line 4 meters off the ground in a sixteenth of a second, where he grabbed ahold of a hanging beam, and lifted himself upon it. Grinning, he looked down at his opponent below him, now having the advantage of height.

Jensen was already well within his opponents rather small striking distance, at least compared to his own, so when Jensen reached for his opponent he was in a close enough distance that his hand caught robe and immediately tightened like a vice grip.  Though it was just a handful of the robe, it was more than enough for Jensen to jerk the small monkey man back towards solid ground but Jensen didn't it at just that.  Instead of letting the Monkey man land on his own two feet, Jensen immediately brought his right hand forward to get a hold on the front of the robe, while keeping his left hand in a vice around the robe already there.  He then stepped to side of Luciano, placing his left leg behind the left leg of Luciano, in anticipation of a retaliation strike.

Luca had tried to jump up, but something had grabbed the bottom of his cassock, yanking him back downwards, Realizing he was now directly in front of said huge man, Luca had two options. Try to break free, or kick the man in the face. Currently, he chose the former, bringing  his left leg up to attempt to hit the giant in the crotch, putting his arms crossed infront of his chest, and then flaying them, attempting to knock the man's hands off his body, lastly kicking his leg down to throw himself away from Jensen.

Jensen didn't waste a moment when Luciano brought his left leg up in an attempt to knee him. Using his leg and hip as a pivot point, Jensen attempted to perform a simple hip throw using his hands to force the body of Luciano to follow through with it. Luciano's attempts only succeeded at producing a ripping sound as he awkwardly tried to push Jensen's hands off his cassock. The attempt probably would have worked if Jensen had his hands on Luciano's shoulders instead of tangled inside of his cassock.

As Jensen followed through on the throw, he followed Luciano to the ground dropping into a sidemount as Luciano crashed into the ground with Jensen's full weight on him. Once they were both on the ground, Jensen made it so that his weight rested on his feet stretched behind him and on Luciano's body. As he repositioned his body weight, he also tried to snake his right arm under Luciano's neck and head.

Luciano was Not about to get crushed under some large man, and the position he was in was just a slight bit on the gay side, so he decided to do something about it. Calling upon his amazing Cat F strength stats, he decided to  punch Jensen in the throat, hearing the winches in his arm squeal slightly at the sudden change in position, while simultaneously pushing down with his legs to attempt to flip himself on top.

Jensen felt the tiny punch impact his throat causing his windpipe to cease to function for a split second. This measly second of blockage caused his body to start panicking and it made it seem as if he could not breath. Not relenting his hold on Luciano's scrawny neck, he balled up his left fist and started sending punches as hard as he could at Luciano's face. It didn't take long for his non-breathing ass to become winded and when he did Luciano's attempts to flip over succeeded. With Luciano now in the full mount position, Jensen didn't waste any time in sending a vicious set of punches into Luciano's man parts. Jensen didn't like getting punched in the throat.

After his punishing blows to Luciano's genitals, Jensen tried to flip Luciano back onto his back putting Jensen back into the dominate position.

Luca grinned. Once again, activating his Flash Step, he brought his leg rearword, then forward again in a violent knee to the man's side with immense energy behind it brought forth by the overcharging of his leg's winches, cables, and processors. Then pushing off the man with his hands, expecting the impact to loosen his grip so he can flee.

After realizing his groin punches didn't work, he decided to try something a little more fun but it was interrupted by the sound and intense pain of his ribs being broken by the kick. His vision went blurry but he didn't let that stop him. With his left hand he grabbed Luciano's right wrist, stopping him from effectively pushing off, and pulled it away from his body hopefully bringing Luciano back on top of him.

Once Luciano was back on top of him, Jensen didn't waste a moment of trying to shove his thumb into Luciano's eye socket as far as possible. Hopefully it would cause the small boy intense enough pain that Jensen would be able to lock his right arm between his legs. If his arm was locked between his legs he would try to do the same thing with Luciano's head.

Luciano heard the man's ribs break, but then there was a bit of a shattering sound... And he couldn't see out of his left eye... And his sensors were registering that it probably, nay, most definitely hurt like hell. Gritting his teeth, he found he couldn't move away, either, due to his right wrist being held down. He was formulating a plan in his mind, when suddenly he hit a wall. A very big, pale blue transparent wall that read "Critical Damage Detected. Emergency Shutdown In-Progress." With that, his entire body came out of his control and went limp. He wanted to say something, But he couldn't. He wanted to lop off the man's legs for stabbing him in the eye, but that was impossible as well. He couldn't run, he couldn't fight. His last thoughts before the system blacked him out were about the beating he'd get later at the hands of an Iscariot agent for being so reckless.

Jensen was scared when he felt his thumb go through the apparently glass eyeball before the small boy went limp. He sighed and gritted in teeth in pain as he lifted the boy off his body. After standing up he sent a couple devastating kicks into the ribs of the small man before picking him up and tossing him in one of the smelly, dirty trash dumpsters. With a few claps on his back he went back inside the bar to finish his drink before heading to the hospital to get some prescribed painkillers.