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It wasn't something that he started.

It just so happened that he had a little bit of suppressed tension from getting chewed out by his professor yesterday. It just so happened that he woke up feeling more tired than he was when he went to bed last night, and it just so happened that when he decided to go get some fresh air, he had managed to run into an old lady getting mugged by a gang of thugs (and since the policeman nearby looked as if he wasn't about to get off his ass and do something about it, Yuri took it upon himself to do the man's job for him) and before he knew it this guy with the ugliest goatee he'd ever seen was throwing him a left hook in some dark and dingy alleyway.

Yuri slid to the right with practiced footwork, knees apart, and dashed forward to elbow Mr. Goatee in the gut. Hard. The guy fell on his knees and before he knew it there were sounds of coughing all over the place, but those didn't block out the clumsy set of footsteps from behind.

Turning sharply, he met eyes with a bald dude that had an eagle tattoo on the right side of his head, grinned, and took advantage of his speed by bending down and planting one on the guy's chin. He flew back and landed square on his ass; Yuri didn't mean to laugh.

And he shouldn't have, since the anger rose up to their eyes in flames and somehow it made them faster. Mr. Goatee had already recovered, but when Yuri tried to avoid a punch from him, he ended up tripping and falling into the arms of yet another thug. And no, not in a romantic sense. Brr.

They had him in a headlock, and as Yuri struggled to break free, Bald Eagle took this chance to grab hold of Yuri's shoulders and knee him on the stomach. His insides burned and he felt his knees almost give way, but the ground beneath his feet and the way he was being held so tightly prevented him from falling on his hands and feet and going on a coughing streak of his own.