CRACK!!
Amadeus looked down at his breast pocket with wide eyes, a horrified look in them before trailing up the fist that was currently planted in his right palm and toward the face of the man who had thrown that punch. The young man had managed to block the incoming punch with his right palm, but due to the momentum behind the punch, it had resulted in his own palm being pushed back against his chest. The residual force after the punch was stopped wasn’t enough to do any damage to him even as the back of his palm was pressed against his chest, but the same couldn’t be said for his iLac.
Typically, he would have stored it in his Requip dimension, but this fight had occurred too suddenly for him to do it. Originally, this man, together with three others, had been trying to hit on one of the waitresses in his restaurant but after getting the cold shoulder from the waitress, they had begun to harass her repeatedly. Amadeus’s reaction was lightning fast, instantly yanking on the outstretched hand of one of them trying to cop a feel and consequently threw all four of the customers out into the streets.
The brawl was inevitable though, the men’s courage further boosted by alcohol as they swung their fists at Amadeus. The other three had been too drunk to put up much of a fight against Amadeus who had taken each of them down with a right hook that slammed their heads right into the ground. The only one who could put in a few more punches were the last one, also the one whose arm had been yanked just inches from touching the waitress’s behind. Amadeus hadn’t really bothered to put up a serious counter offense, mainly depending on stepping to the back and to the sides to avoid punches while waiting to throw out another fight-ending punch but who knew that the last man wasn’t that bad of a fighter?
Pissed off by the damage to his iLac, the restaurant owner coiled his own left arm around the man’s right arm and with his right fist, repeatedly punched the man in his face. He released his grip around the man’s arm at the same time as his last punch, knocking the stumbling man to the ground as well as knocking out two teeth.
“You’re paying for my iLac if I see you here again,” Amadeus said in a calm voice, ignoring the crowd that had gathered as he walked back into the restaurant. The waitress, a young girl named Judy, ran up to the boss and apologized profusely while Amadeus waved her away with a smile. Amadeus stood at the cashier counter, looking at the broken iLac with a troubled expression before walking out of the restaurant again.
“Agil, I’m heading to Neutral Grounds! You’re in charge,” Amadeus shouted out as he walked out through the backdoor. A snap of his fingers and a burst of black and red smoke later, the restaurant owner burst out of the narrow back alley into the wide streets of Crocus and made his way towards the Neutral Grounds for a new iLac.
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Amadeus looked down at his breast pocket with wide eyes, a horrified look in them before trailing up the fist that was currently planted in his right palm and toward the face of the man who had thrown that punch. The young man had managed to block the incoming punch with his right palm, but due to the momentum behind the punch, it had resulted in his own palm being pushed back against his chest. The residual force after the punch was stopped wasn’t enough to do any damage to him even as the back of his palm was pressed against his chest, but the same couldn’t be said for his iLac.
Typically, he would have stored it in his Requip dimension, but this fight had occurred too suddenly for him to do it. Originally, this man, together with three others, had been trying to hit on one of the waitresses in his restaurant but after getting the cold shoulder from the waitress, they had begun to harass her repeatedly. Amadeus’s reaction was lightning fast, instantly yanking on the outstretched hand of one of them trying to cop a feel and consequently threw all four of the customers out into the streets.
The brawl was inevitable though, the men’s courage further boosted by alcohol as they swung their fists at Amadeus. The other three had been too drunk to put up much of a fight against Amadeus who had taken each of them down with a right hook that slammed their heads right into the ground. The only one who could put in a few more punches were the last one, also the one whose arm had been yanked just inches from touching the waitress’s behind. Amadeus hadn’t really bothered to put up a serious counter offense, mainly depending on stepping to the back and to the sides to avoid punches while waiting to throw out another fight-ending punch but who knew that the last man wasn’t that bad of a fighter?
Pissed off by the damage to his iLac, the restaurant owner coiled his own left arm around the man’s right arm and with his right fist, repeatedly punched the man in his face. He released his grip around the man’s arm at the same time as his last punch, knocking the stumbling man to the ground as well as knocking out two teeth.
“You’re paying for my iLac if I see you here again,” Amadeus said in a calm voice, ignoring the crowd that had gathered as he walked back into the restaurant. The waitress, a young girl named Judy, ran up to the boss and apologized profusely while Amadeus waved her away with a smile. Amadeus stood at the cashier counter, looking at the broken iLac with a troubled expression before walking out of the restaurant again.
“Agil, I’m heading to Neutral Grounds! You’re in charge,” Amadeus shouted out as he walked out through the backdoor. A snap of his fingers and a burst of black and red smoke later, the restaurant owner burst out of the narrow back alley into the wide streets of Crocus and made his way towards the Neutral Grounds for a new iLac.
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