Snippet #1723947

The Big one scoffed. He eased his men, as they began to laugh.

"You're that Heindick dude, right?" They taunted. "We heard you were strong, but with our training, we'll tear you to ribbons!"

Bart laughed a little. He walked over, unable to control himself as the older boys seemed quite insulted. With a small boy who could chop them into steaks, and a guy who could tenderize them for the market, they should have been deathly scared.

"Thanks for the help." said Bart. "It's not often a big guy does right around these parts. But I think I'll give them a couple more 'boo-boos' before they run off cryin!"

The goons glared. They stood back, while the boss went forward, and prepared for an attack.

"You must have been dropped on your head when your whore mom and pussy ass daddy ditched you."

That had suddenly struck a chord in Bart. He began to get very angry, moving forward to fight. "REAAAAGGHH!!!" screeched Bart, trying to attack first. However, the other man already begun the use of his signature technique.

"Doomu Ken!! (Dome Fist)"

Suddenly, afterimages of the Leader began to circle Bart, as well as leap above into the air to create a human dome. Bart could sense him: Everywhere! these Afterimages were literally the leader, fast enough to move in each spot, and tough enough to keep himself well prepared for an attack from Bart. Hand strikes ranging from palm, fist, and chop came down, all of which Bart was able to counter, until a surprise attack to the stomach occurred, thanks to a well placed knee.

"HUUUUAAAHH!!!" screamed Bart in pain, as he clutched his stomach, being hit with attacks on the rest of his body that hurt horribly.

"What's the matter, bitch?!" barked the Dome Fighter. "Your daddy never taught you how to be a man?! Oh, THAT'S RIGHT, AHAHAHA!!!"

The strucks had stung Bart, but not as badly as the insults about his lack of family. tears slipped from the bandages, as he tried to get up. "I'll m-make you pay!"