Ken was about to pounce forward and tackle the behemoth, but was stopped dead in his tracks in the next mont. He had expected Steve to go down after the heavy punch to his guard, however sothing else happened entirely.
Steve weaved his head, keeping his guard up. He shuffled his feet and changed angles, sending a left hook to the body of the large guy. His technique was brilliant to watch, matching well with his speed.
The big guy froze on the spot as if he was stunned by the blow. He swiftly fell to his knee and groaned in pain, struggling to breathe.
Instead of following up, Steve lowered his guard and shook his head. "You're far too amateur to challenge to a fight." He said simply, walking past the guy.
"Oh hey man, you ready to go mingle?" Steve's expression lit up as he saw Ken, as if he wasn't just in a blood pumping fight earlier.
Ken stamred for a bit before he eventually just nodded, leaving the room. It seed that Steve hadn't needed his help after all.
As they walked back down the stairs, Ken couldn't help his curiosity. "What happened man? When I turned around you were already gone."
Steve shrugged, "I saw this cute chick and started up so conversation with her. She led upstairs and then the big guy ca out of nowhere, asking what I was doing with his girl."
"So I just gave him a quick liver blow. Pow!" Steve perford the move once more, showing off his quick movents.
"You know how to fight?" Ken asked. He had never learned how to fight before, though he had fought against Tetsu and the thugs that had captured him. Now that he thought about it, if he'd known so martial arts, things might have been different back then.
Steve shrugged, "A few years of boxing. The coach was too annoying so I ended up quitting."
"Anyway, enough of that. Let's go find so chicks!" He said, wrapping his arm around Ken's shoulder.
Ken could only sigh, though he felt a little relieved. A small tiff like this wouldn't get them into any trouble, unless the big guy decided to press charges or sothing.
But who would want to admit they were easily subdued by soone almost half their size. The guy would lose all credibility in the future.
As they made their way downstairs, the two saw a flash which almost blinded them. When they could finally see again, they saw Tara giving them a thumbs up with a wide grin.
"Nice shot! This looks great." She exclaid, turning her attention to the digital cara in her hands.
The photo showed the two going down the stairs with Steve wearing his trademark grin and Ken with his hands in his pockets. The guy looked like a model, his tall fra even more exaggerated by the angle of the shot.
It truly was a great photo, one that Ken would look back on with a smile and nostalgia in the future.
"Why don't you co and mingle with us?" Ken asked Tara who was also in a cocktail dress. If it wasn't for the expensive cara around her neck, she would look right at ho in this place.
Tara looked a little taken aback, but she smiled warmly in response. "Okay, let put my cara away."
"I'll co with you." Ken said, shrugging Steve's hand off his shoulders. "You wait here, don't go getting into any fights."
"Ah, sure."
With that, Ken followed Tara to where she had left her cara bag. Just as she put it away, Ken grabbed it, eliciting a questioning expression from her.
"Do a favor?"
Tara felt as if she wasn't going to like his next words, so she didn't agree right away. "Depends on what it is."
Ken smiled naturally, enhancing his already handso features. Tara felt herself lost in his smile for a few monts, only for her expression to change after hearing his words.
"Look after Steve for ."
Before she even had a chance to answer, Ken had already left, carrying her cara bag with him. He didn't even turn back, making a beeline towards the front door.
It was only when he finally slipped out that he was able to breathe a sigh of relief. The cold night air washed away the suffocating feeling that he'd been experiencing inside of the house.
Despite only being there for only 30 or so minutes, he truly couldn't wait to leave.
"Leaving so soon?"
This was the second ti he'd heard these words, yet this ti it was the sultry voice of a woman. Ken didn't need to turn to realize that it was Alia behind him.
'Man… I just want to go ho in peace.' Ken thought, rolling his eyes.
However, he still turned and wore a polite smile. "The season starts in a couple of days, I need to stick to my sleep schedule." He replied.
Alia grinned, "I admire your dedication. I'm also heading back, care to walk with ?" She asked.
'I'd rather not…' he admitted inwardly.
"Sure thing."
She had stopped at the top of the stairs, as if waiting for sothing. It was only then that he realized Alia was wearing tall heels and wanted so help.
Being the gentleman that he was, Ken walked up a few steps and held out his arm, after which she placed her arm in and carefully made her way down the stairs.
She let out a small giggle and thanked him.
Only when she got to the bottom step did she sit down and begin to take off her heels. From Ken's vantage point, a flash of sothing black and lacy entered his vision, causing his face to redden before he averted his eyes.
Thankfully the woman hadn't noticed his actions.
When Alia stood up once more, her height was much shorter than before. If earlier she ca up to his shoulders, she was now level with his chest.
"I'm ready, let's go."
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