38 2780-Space station (42401) Tari-Zion and Isaac

Zion and Isaac were in a standoff, except Isaac wasn't paying attention to him; it was like making light of the threat that Zion possessed. Both their sizes were so far apart, Isaac a little slimmer in build and shorter in height. And Zion bulkier. But it was as if both their sizes had switched over to one another.

Even if a stranger walked into the alleyway right now, they wouldn't mistake Zion for the bullying party.

Isaac was standing up on his feet; Zion was fallen on his ass, Isaac was squeaky clean, Zion had blood on his shirt. Zion looked a little bit pitiable. Isaac looked scary with his arms wrap around his chest, staring out in intense concentration like he was thinking of something.

Zion slowly got on his feet. " what do you want from me now" he said, he kept his back to the wall for emotional support.

Isaac did not turn around; he set his eyes on his watch like he was looking for something.

Zion got up and looked towards the exit, wondering if he could make out a path away from this problem. Probably the sooner he tried running, the better of a chance he had to escape.

Bam!

Isaac blocked it, running for his life, around the way Zion faltered.

Isaac slowly moved in front of him and kicked Zion back into the corner of the alleyway.

Zion landed and slid to the floor. His back hurted after a landing so hard, on the wall.

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When he looked again, Isaac was already back in his original position like he hadn't moved yet.

Zion tried again.

Smack!

Zion got smack back to the wall. One more time and he tried to tackle Isaac.

Wham!

He got kneeded in the jaw and fell on his knees, Isaac then proceeded to give him a roundhouse kick, back into the corner.

Zion was disheartened, the first three tries, usually only during the first three tries does a person's have a hope of obtaining an escape route, Plus his face was hurting so bad, that he was afraid to try again.

"What do you want from me?" Zion asked again.

Isaac was the same as usual ignored him. The mood in the alley was stagnant and pale. It felt like Zion was trapped in a different world, despite being able to peer through the exit of the alley and see the passersby of the world he originated from, he was a mouse trapped in an impossible position of picking an impossible route..