Luan was in a fog. His senses felt blurred, melding with everything around him as he stood there, waiting almost patiently for the adrenaline he knew came with every exchange of blows. Boring words flowed from a man's mouth as he challenged the group of hooligans, his own backing him up while he did. Another boring group fight, in some abandoned warehouse. Luan hated these. The only reason he was even here was because of Booker. He was, arguably, Luan's only real friend. A ruthless thug with little to no morals. And Luan had somehow bonded with the man, if just a little. Plus, the headspace he entered when he was fighting lowlife scum was better than any drug he could buy.
Booker had understood his need to fight, the adrenaline that came from bashing in the heads of useless alphas. It had been one such occasion, Luan surrounded by eight guys, all a little bigger than him, when Booker had stumbled out of the bushes. He was big, muscles bulging through his jacket, the symbol of a sun the only thing on his back. Why he was in the bushes to begin with was something Luan never really figured out.
Booker wasn't one much into sharing, but what he lacked in emotional support, he made up for in unending loyalty to those he deemed a part of his group.
Luan was basically an honorary member at this point, thanks to Booker always dragging him into all their turf wars. Not that he minded much, what with his lack of reasons to go back to his fathers house.
Today was one of those occasions, Booker practically dragging him from a lumpy mattress in favor of protecting his territory like the caveman he was.
Luan was mostly fine with it, he could use a good thrashing in the streets after all the mental games he'd had to play recently.
Fists against faces was the best therapy in the world. Not that he required any form of therapy. His life was a cakewalk, and he strutted through it with spicy sass every damn day.
Fighting was just a warm up for the fun cheeky walk he had to do later. That was all.
"You Sunners will finally learn your place when we, the mighty Chalk Beavers, beat you all into the ground!" The man was still talking, prattling on about how powerful beaver bites were, and that chalk was the perfect weapon to blind someone before you pummeled them.
It was a lot of nonsense, what with how cuddly beavers looked, and the fact they usually were contributing members of society with their strong dam building powers.
And chalk was supposed to be used for coloring on sidewalks, not blinding unsuspecting hoodlums.
Sunners was an insult other gangs liked to throw at them, because of their name, The Sun Warriors. Not exactly the most fearsome of names, but it definitely seemed better than Mighty Chalk Beavers.
Seriously, sometimes Luan felt like he was surrounded by children when he came to these meetups. Though, the one child he'd had any real experience with seemed smarter than most of these grown men. They only knew how to talk with their fists, so he guessed coming up with threatening names for their ruthless gangs was possibly too much for their underdeveloped brains.
If they were any good with thinking logically, that would just make them more dangerous, so he didn't mind too much. It was just exasperating sometimes, like now as the man went on and on, talking about the plan to beat them up, rather than actually trying to beat them up. Some people had places to be.
It was the loud sound of skin making contact with someone else's skin that broke the man out of his random tangent. Everything went utterly still, no one moving as all eyes found their place on Luan's hand.
Luan looked down, finding he had smacked the man in the middle of his speech.
Must have done it subconsciously while he was thinking about how much better this 'fight' would be if people were actually fighting.
He looked at Booker, catching an amused glint in the larger man's eye as a real fight broke out.
Luan never was very good at waiting.
The leader of the opposing gang, Kevin or something, seemed to want Luan's head on a pike after what just happened, so the rest of their opponents backed off, going for other enemies while the two circled each other.
Luan was watching for the first sign of attack, letting the man believe, for a moment, that he had the upper hand.
It didn't last, as 'Kevin' came charging, fist swinging wide and uncoordinated. Luan easily stepped under it, wrapping his arms around the man's waist and hauling him over his shoulder.
With a resounding thud, 'Kevin' was down, head spinning and limbs fumbling uselessly as he flopped his face around in confusion.
Booker gave him a thumbs up after punching one of the many men after him, the rest all looking down right terrified that an omega, muscular as he was, had managed to take their fearsome leader down with one move. Luan left the befuddled man on the floor, taking down each person in his path with relative ease as he made his way towards Booker.
"Wait!..." 'Kevin' or whatever, rasped from his knees, clutching the left side of his face as he glared pure venom at Luan. As fun as it was to watch men powerless on their knees, Luan politely gave him the bird over his shoulder and continued with what he was doing.
A high screeched scoffing noise fell from the man's stuttering lips, not seeming at all grateful for Luans treatment of him.
"Nice job! I swear I almost smacked him myself with the way he was droning on!" Booker boomed a hearty laugh, shoulders shaking as he elbowed some guy trying to sneak up behind him.
Luan grimaced, feeling almost mad at himself for moving without permission like that. He was supposed to just be thinking about fighting while he waited for the stupid talking to finish, but his body had other plans.
Booker laughed harder at his face, hands on his knees as he wheezed softly. For being so fearsome looking, the man really enjoyed laughing at other people's expense.
Luan rolled his eyes, punching a guy trying to sneak up on them, before flipping Booker the bird as he left him to fend off his little corner.
More laughter followed him, the sounds of people getting beat doing nothing to that man's humor. There was a reason Luan tried to not hang out with this guy too much, he didn't have the pessimistic perseverance to remain so nonchalant when that guy was involved. He was way too good at almost getting Luan to smile, so clearly he could not be trusted.
Overall, the fight went well, men left in pulped up puddles as The Sun Warriors walked away, victorious and in need of a hearty meal, as Booker put it.
Luan was unceremoniously dragged along, excuses being shot down before he had time to think of enough to get away. He was hungry, so maybe he just didn't try that hard.