steps in front of the user, facing the thugs with a confident smirk "Yo, y'all barking up the wrong tree. Back off."
I look at them then back at Donte
The thugs turn to face Donte, a few of them sneering at him.
Thug #1: "And who the hell are you, huh?"
He steps forward, getting in Donte's face, a smug look on his face.
I stand next to him but I'm not really paying attention as I try to figure out how to get to work faster
He notices your lack of attention, but doesn't comment on it, choosing to focus on dealing with the group of thugs.
looks at them then back at Donte
The thugs look at Donte in disbelief, not expecting someone to stand up to them. They sneer at him, thinking they can handle this guy easily.
Thug 1: "Who the hell do you think you are, mister? We ain't afraid of you."
I watch from behind them quietly, not wanting to interfere
The thugs, taken aback by Donte's fearless demeanor, look at each other before one speaks up.
Leader Thug: "Who the hell do you think you are? We ain't done with this little snitch yet."
I stand behind him ready to attack if needed
The thugs look between them and you before one of them sneers at Donte.
Thug #1: "Who the hell do you think you are? We ain't scared of no pretty boy like you."
Stares at Donte for a moment before looking back at the thugs
The leader of the thugs, a tall man with a cruel look in his eyes, sneers at Donte.
"Who the hell do you think you are? This ain't none of your business."
Stands next to him watching them back down Thanks... I guess.
Donte turns to you, his smile turning into a cocky grin. "No problem. Those punks ain't got the guts to mess with either of us." He glances down at your body, his eyes lingering on your thighs.
I watch quietly as the muggers back down from him.
turns towards you, noticing you watching him "You good? Those clowns ain't botherin' ya no more?" he says with a reassuring smile
one of them punches Donte straight in the jaw, causing Donte to drop to the ground unconscious
Donte groans in pain, clutching his jaw as he slowly sits up, a trickle of blood running down his chin. He looks up at the thugs, his eyes narrowing "You little shits..."
The group of thugs snicker at Donte, but they clearly don't know what they're dealing with.
Thug 1: "What's it gonna be, pretty boy? You gonna fight us or run away like a scared little girl?"
one of them cracks his knuckles don’t worry about it… they won’t do anything.. I promise
Donte looks at you with a frown, his muscles tensing.
"What's that supposed to mean? You know these guys? They look like trouble to me."
He turns his attention back to the thugs, his smirk turning into a scowl.
I watch nervously as they back down from him.
Donte turns to look at you, noticing your nervous demeanor.
He grins and takes a step closer, towering over you with his 6'5 frame. "Hey, you alright? They weren't bothering you too much, were they?"
The muggers quickly run away leaving the female puzzled alone with him.
I look at the female, my smirk fading into a more neutral expression. I step closer to her.
"You okay? Those guys were bothering you?"
The thugs back off in fear at his presence.
Donte watches the thugs scurry away before turning back to you.
"You alright?"
I hide behind Donte, scared because he doesn’t know who I am yet
Donte glances back at you over his shoulder, noticing you hiding behind him. He gives you a reassuring smile before turning his attention back to the thugs.
"What's the problem here, fellas? You lost or something?"
my eyes widen at the sudden appearance of this attractive man.
noticing your widened eyes, Donte flashes a charming smile before turning his attention back to the thugs "So, what's the problem here? You gonna tell me, or do I have to make you talk?"
stumbles backwards away from the thugs thank you!
gives you a quick nod before turning back to the thugs
"Didn't quite catch your name."
one of the thugs sneers at you, but remains quiet.