𝓚𝓲𝓬𝓴-𝓐𝓼𝓼 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓾𝓼 𝓓𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓻

      Mindy saw off Dave Lizewski on a purple motorcycle. — Dave, I advise you to forget about Katie Doma. I knew from the very beginning that you and her might not be a couple. — It won't be that difficult. When everyone at school mistakenly thought that I was gay, she simply saw me as a friend, until one day she fell in love and regretted it, after you and Papanya helped me kill Rasul and his gang. — Well, yes. I remember. Those were glorious times. By the way, there were a lot of bandits, but now what? We have already killed everyone, and some are already afraid to appear before our eyes, just after hearing our pseudonyms. — Hm-m. We were probably in a hurry. — Come on! Forget! Maybe move from this city to another, where there is more crime and deal with it there. Still, New York is not the only crime-ridden city. Our whole world and every country is criminal. — Stop next to this alley please! Mindy stops near the alley and Dave gets off the motorcycle, taking his bag with his things in one go. — Thank you again for walking me home. I'll go further on my own. — Be careful! Suddenly a fucking bandit with a gun will attack. — Mindy grinned and drove on, and Dave Lizewski walked through the alley. For through it was the road to his house. A guy goes and sees some hooligan drawing nasty things with swear words on the wall. — HEY!!! — Dave shouted to him and the artist with the balloon turned to him. — WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY WALL??? — None of your business! Move on your way! — the graffiti author is rude to him. — THIS IS MY AREA AND I AM THE OWNER HERE!!! WHO ALLOWED YOU HERE TO DRAW NASTY THINGS ON THE WALLS??? — FUCK YOU AND DON'T INTERFERE WITH ME!!! — the artist shouted back and decided not to pay attention to him. Dave pulls out his taser gun and shoots him in the back of the head, electrocuting him. Having finished tormenting him like this, he puts away his pistol with a stun gun, picking up some of the dust that fell from his stun gun. — Damn! — the artist swore and wanted to turn around, when suddenly he received a fist in the face from a daredevil shouting at him. He was already pressed against the wall. Dave grabs him by the shoulders and lifts him up, wiping the back of his jacket with his own graffiti, slightly smearing it and staining the back of his jacket. — Will you listen to me next time, you idiot? At least one more time I’ll see you writing nasty things in my area and I’ll completely fuck you, do you understand me? At that moment another guy entered the alley. He wore jeans with black men's shoes, a black T-shirt with a silver "D" sticker on the chest. There were black gloves on his hands, black makeup on his eyes instead of a mask, and on his head there was a helmet with a flashlight and a video camera. Behind his back was a backpack with things and a large wooden baton. — Hush, hush, no need, I understand everything! — the bully begged for mercy. — Don't lie to me, cunt. I’ll call the police here now and... — he didn’t have time to finish when he heard that guy appearing in the alley: — Maybe you can choose someone your size!!! — he told him. Dave and the bully turned around when they saw that strange guy in front of them. He puts his hands on his sides at his waist and looks at him menacingly. The bully was shocked to see this costumed freak, but Dave was confused and didn’t know who it was? Friend or foe? — Hello, you're new, right? Recently become a new superhero? What is your name? Super soldier? Dark soldier? Warrior? Black Warrior? Dark Patriot? Captain Dark? — No. My name is Defendor. — the guy introduced himself. — Defender? — Dave asked again, thinking that he had misheard, and Defendor shouted back to him: — DEFENDOR!!! — What kind of crazy person? And why are you, fagot, reacting to him so calmly? — asked the man, and Dave puts him down and punches him in the nose. — SHUT UP!!! — he shouts back after the blow. — YOU YOURSELF ARE A PSYCHIC AND A FAGIT!!! — Let the guy go! — Defender asks Dave. — A? — Dave turned to him, not understanding his request. — Maybe your ears are failing? I said let him go, otherwise I will grind you into powder. — the guy in the helmet asked him again. — Who writes the text for your phrases? Superman? — No. I write it myself. — A! It's clear! Listen, boy. Better go home. Don't you see that I'm teaching this fucker good manners here? He ruined a wall in my area. — Personally, I see that someone, namely you, is beating an innocent guy who was just doing art. This is the last time I warn you, let go of the guy or I will use physical force on you. — What? — Dave asked and thought about him in his thoughts. — "Not really. He's somehow healthy and strong, like Colonel America. I would be afraid to fight with such a person.” — he thought and spoke again. - Listen, let’s better meet again tomorrow at the same place and talk again on this topic. Otherwise it’s time for me to go home and do my homework. — he excused himself, even though he told the truth about the homework. — “I’ll fuck not come here for him tomorrow.” — No, we will resolve this issue here and now. — Answers Defendor and takes out a small jar with three wasps from his pants pocket. — Do you want to solve the matter of exchanging insects in banks with me? — Dave asked. — No. This is my jar. She holds back a swarm of angry wasps. — And what? — Dave asked, and Defendor throws his can at Dave’s feet. Three wasps fly out of the jar and begin to sting him. It’s good that his nerve endings were killed and he practically did not cry out in pain when the wasps stung him. All he could do was stand still and try to beat them on himself. — RUN RUN!!! — Defendor shouts to that hooligan, and he picks up his canister with graffiti inside and runs away. When Dave smacked the last wasp with his palm, he hissed through his teeth and looked menacingly at the guy in the helmet. — Damn. — Dave cursed at him, puts his backpack on the floor and takes out two of his sticks wrapped in green tape and his green Kick-Ass mask. — Do you want to fight with me? Okay! — Dave puts on his mask and takes both sticks in his hands, getting into a fighting stance. — Welcome to the school of pain! Your instructor today is Kick-Ass. Defendor, seeing a superhero in him, decided that apparently he was a little stupid. — You know! I better go! Sorry for disturbing you! — he said, turned and prepared to leave. — DON'T YOU DARE TURN YOUR BACK TO ME, COWARD!!! — Kick-Ass shouted, picked up a large stone from the floor and threw it at the back of his head. He screamed in pain and hissed through his teeth, turning to him, rubbing the bruised back of his head. — DEFEND YOURSELF, SON OF A BITCH!!! Kick-Ass is the first to attack, screaming, and tries to hit him from above with his sticks, but misses. The defender managed to dodge, takes out his bat and hits him on the shoulder with it, and then hits him on the knees, knocking him to the floor. Swinging the bat, he prepares to hit him from top to bottom, but Kick-Ass manages to jump back like a log and get to his feet. — AND THAT'S ALL YOU'RE CAPABLE OF??? — Kick-Ass shouted, and Defender takes out balls and throws them at him, forcing him to step back a little. The defender comes up and hits him on the head, knocking him back to the floor. — You are not a superhero. You're clearly a supervillain. — he says to him and hits him on the chest with a bat. However, Kick-Ass with dead nerve endings doesn’t care about such blows. Doesn't feel any pain at all. After lying there for about three times the bat hits him, on the fourth he suddenly grabs his own bat with both hands and holds it, after which he lifts him up and throws him over himself to the floor. Both wannabe superheroes are back on their feet. — And you are strong! But not for me! — Stop bullshitting and fight silently like a real warrior! — Dave snaps. — Your mouth is too dirty. — Defendant replies and swings his bat, but this time Kick-Ass managed to dodge and hits that guy with his sticks, knocking him to the floor. After which he stood over him and also began beating him with his sticks. — ON YOU!!! GET-GET-GET-GET-GET-GET-GET-GET-GET-GET-GET-GE-E-E-E-E-EA-A-A-A-A-A-A-AT!!! He beat him and beat him. It hurt, even too much. But through strength and patience, he barely knocked Kick-Ass off his feet and managed to get up at the same time. Then he took out a slingshot and shot a small stone right into his eyes. Kick-Ass managed to react in time and put a block of fists in front of his eyes. At this moment the defender comes up and punches him in the face, forcing him to step back and press himself against the wall. He swings the bat again, but misses as Kick-Ass ducks and rolls past him. — Okay, okay, I give up! I admit that you are the strongest. Let's just agree to a draw and go our separate ways, otherwise I didn't turn off the iron at home. — Dave made an excuse to leave the battlefield and not die. Although he lied about the iron. — No. Fight me like a real man. Or are you afraid? — the guy grinned and threw a bat at him, which Dave managed to dodge. He then takes the slingshot again and shoots him in the eyes. Kick-Ass puts his palm up to protect his eyes. — You're certainly cool with a slingshot. Drop her and fight fair! — Let me think! No. — Well, then I’ll take it away from you myself, you son of a bitch. — Kick-Ass threatens, twirling his sticks in his hands like swords. Defendor shoots, but Kick-Ass dodges with a roll, folds two sticks in a cross between the legs of the guy in the helmet and moves the sticks with his arms to the sides, knocking him off his feet to the floor. Then he jumps on his stomach, making him scream in pain, and takes the slingshot from him. Defendor gets up, and Kick-Ass throws his slingshot to the side. — Now it’s my turn to shoot! — he says and takes a real gun out of his pocket. Defendor again gets into a cool pose and says: — Guns for cowards. Do not do that. — Why? Are you afraid that I'll shoot your head off? — Kick-Ass grinned. — No. You shoot at me, and the bullets will bounce off me. — he answers him. — Yes? Well, we'll check it now. — Kick-Ass answers and shoots him in the right shoulder as an example. The defender screams and grabs his wounded shoulder. — What did you say there? Will it bounce off you? Something is not visible. You just got hurt by a bullet. — You pathetic coward. — Yes, at least a daredevil. I can shoot you in the head and kill you right away, but I won’t do this, because I’ll just finish you off until you come to your senses at the last moment and stop acting like a crazy person. — Kick-Ass answers, puts the gun away and throws his sticks to the sides. Then he clenches his hands into fists and again takes a fighting stance. — Let's fight with our fists! — You asked for it. — says the patient, moving away from the wounded shoulder and also gets into a fighting stance. Defendor runs first and tries to hit him in the face with his fist, but Kick-Ass dodges, doing a cartwheel and at that moment hits Defendor in the face with his foot. — You see, I’m not a coward or a weakling. Which one of us is the superhero now? — Kick-Ass teased. Defendor tries to kick Pipts with his feet, but he jumps back. Then Defendor takes more balls and throws them, but Kick-Ass bends down, stands up and hits him in the stomach with his fist, and then spins in place, after which he also hits him in the stomach with his foot. Moving back, Defendor did not notice his own balls under him, slipped and fell. Kick-Ass sighs with relief at what he sees and gets ready to leave. — Will you tell me when you’ve had enough, freak? At that moment the defender stood up silently, grabbed Pipts by the waist and abruptly dragged him towards the wall. — Underestimate me! — he told him at the moment of capture. Having almost reached the wall, Kick-Ass turned over with force, pressing Defendor himself to the wall and punching him in the nose and teeth. — Go back to cosplay, fucker! — SHUT UP!!! — Defendor shouted and spat blood in his face, in the eye area. Kick-Ass, not expecting this, closes his eyes and moves back a little. And Defendor raises his right leg, hitting Kick-Ass between the legs with it. But he doesn't care. He just jumped and stepped back a little more. Then he also slipped on one of the balls. Wiping his eyes, he notices how Defendor came up to him, sat down and also began to hit him in the face. While he was beating him, Kick-Ass thought of picking up a couple of stones in his hands and sharply hitting them on the sides, at the same time on the head, causing Defendor a concussion. Dave then stands up, knocking the guy with the helmet to the floor. When he was almost standing up, Kick-Ass attacked him from behind, grabbing him by the neck from behind and starting to choke him. — You’re not so cool now? — he reprimanded him. Defendor somehow tried to fight back and even hit him in the chest with his elbows. — Here you are, gorilla, fuck! — Get off me, green monkey! — he groans through the lack of breathing, grabs Kick-Ass by the shoulders and throws him over himself onto the floor. Kick-Ass responds by sharply hitting him in the face, causing him to also fall. — Get it! Once again, both superheroes stand up at the same time. Both looked tired and were even standing on their feet eating. — Now you've made me angry. — says the guy in the helmet, picking up his bat. He comes up and waves, trying to hit, but Kick-Ass grabs his bat with his right hand, and clenching his left hand into a fist, hits him in the teeth. Defendor, through groans, hits him in the liver in response, but Pipts didn’t care and hits him in the ear with his left elbow. Taking his bat away from him, while Defendant was clearing his throat and spitting blood in his mouth, Kick-Ass grabbed his neck with the bat and tried to strangle him again. — Let me go, I can’t breathe! — Not this time, you sick fuck. — Kick-Ass grins, throwing him to the floor in an attempt to strangle him. With the last of his strength, he grabs him by the head with his right palm and tries to hit him on the head with his left foot, and then with his knee. It didn't hurt Kick-Ass, but he was slightly pushed away. While Defendor cleared his throat and caught his breath, Kick-Ass stood up, took off his helmet, threw it to the side and grabbed him by the head. — Now someone will fly! — he said, running with him to the nearest trash can and hitting his head on the iron wall of the trash can. — Well, get up! Kick-Ass lifts Defendor, holding him by the throat with his left hand and hitting him in the nose with his right fist. He then kicks him in the stomach and knees him, pinning him to the wall. Grabbing it between his legs, he barely lifts it above his head, screaming at the top of his lungs and throws it back, hitting him in flight against another wall. He was in so much pain that he could no longer get up. Kick-Ass suddenly heard the signal of a garbage truck and realized that it was about to arrive here. — Please stop leaving me! — through groans, Defendor begged for mercy. — Yes, I just started! — Dave answers him, grabbing his right leg with his hand and dragging him to an open trash can. He lifts him by the shoulders, throws him into this trash can and closes it there. — Just sit there, crazy! Dave takes off his mask, picks up his poles and puts it all back in his backpack, and then gets ready to leave. The garbage truck pulled up and the driver stopped when he saw the guy covered in bruises and blood. — Oh my God! Mister, are you okay! — he asked him. — Yes. I just got into a fight with one bully. — Dave answered and moved on. — Don't pay attention to me. Ignoring Dave, who had already left, the garbage truck picked up the trash can with the wounded Defendor inside and took it with it to the landfill. — "So... Silly!" — he thought, lying among the garbage.