Chen Zhen Academy

(Deleted upon request for character plot.)

"Hold it."

Just as the five thugs started to move to close the distance between them and the boy they were interrupted by what amounted to a human wall stepping between them and their target. Heinrick, who had continued to wander around the campus grounds looking for Benoit, spotted the enclosing group of thugs on the little boy and reacted on impulse. The giant of a man strode in front of them and stood towering above the thugs, his trench coat swaying slightly in the wind. He set his unblinking stare on each one with an expressionless stare, causing on or two to back up slightly, before settling his gaze on the apparent leader of the group behind them. He was a big one, almost big as Heinrick himself.

Almost.

"Five grown guys against one little kid seems a bit unfair to me." Came Heinrick's rumbling bear toned voice. "Besides, I think you can probably find something better to do with your time then waste it bothering a little runt like this."

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!"

Heinrick wasn't sure how the other guy learned his name, but the question behind that came secondary in his mind after the kid got pulled back into the fight. Before he could stop him the little boy fell for the thugs taunt and rushed him. The end result was the kid getting a sharp knee to the gut for his troubles.

And that was when Heinrick lost his patience.

He walked up behind the large thug, clamped his hand down on his shoulder, and said "Don't. Ignore me." Then with a pull, Heinrick threw the other man behind him with one arm, sending him sprawling several feet away. Heinrick marched after slowly. He spoke in a cold barely contained fury as he walked. "I don't care what kind of tough guy routing you trying to pull but you don't pull it on some little kid. Not in front of me." He stopped next the fall thug, looming over him as he spoke. "Now, I'm going to give you one last chance to walk away. If you don't, you'll lucky if you can walk at all."

The Dome fist fighter angrily glared, while the little boy climbed to his feet.

"I c-can't let this g-go standing…" whimpered Bart, trying to move while one arm clutched his stomach. "I have one technique I came up with, but I'm gonna need some help…"

He looked up to Heinrick, with a smile on his lips.

"Big Guy, you good at football?" Asked Bart innocently. "I got enough strength for one last technique."

He leaped up, landing onto Heinrick's shoulder, and causing little disturbance due to the major size difference, as the boy began to whisper.

"The Fuck?!" Barked the dome fighter. "I'll have you know, shithead, that kid's been causing trouble for Benoit N' Kingsman!"

Bart just chuckled, as he whispered into Heinrick's ear.

"I call it, Bart's Big Bad Spin-Driller. Long name, I know, but I'll shorten it when I make it into a katakana title."

Bart turned back, coughing a little.

"You think I'm beat?! Well, when you talk like that about me and whoever my family was, I'll have to teach you a lesson! Heinz, the honors?"

The little boy, Bart, despite his injuries, was already back up and ready to beat this guy for talking about his life so harshly.

"I'll be fine. Just lemme at that 'poopyhead!' Lemme at 'em, Lemme at 'em!"