Club beat down

3rd Person POV:

Marcus arrived at the Mcknight resistance with two cups of coffee in his hands. (Y/n) shouted from within the house that the door was unlocked.

Letting himself in, Marcus walked up to (Y/n)'s room, entering it he saw a slightly tired Leona and (Y/n) himself.

Marcus: How are you two doing?

(Y/n): Fine.

Leona: Besides waking up with a decomposing snake inches away from my face, just fine.

Marcus: If it makes you feel any better, I brought you coffee.

Leona: I don't drink coffee.

Marcus:... I brought you coffee, (Y/n)!

(Y/n) snatches the coffee out of his hands and takes a sip, then immediately spits it out.

(Y/n): Ugh! What the fuck!? Who puts soy in there god damn coffee.

Leona: Did you have to spit it on me!?

(Y/n): Yes. It was as necessary as the goddamn sun.

He then grabbed the other cup of coffee from Marcus's hand.

Marcus: Hey!

Walking to the window, he tosses the two cups of coffee at his neighbor's house.

(Y/n): Much better.

Marcus:.....

Leona: I already know I'm going to probably get a headache because of you two.

Leona: Can I lead you two to one of the generals already, so you can die.

Marcus: Listen, we're not going to die, right (Y/n)?

(Y/n): Yeah, I'm not going to die.

Marcus: Yeah, so let's go save Anna.

(Y/n): What do you mean save Anna?

Marcus: Didn't you notice how she was taken?

(Y/n):... Shit.

The two followed Leona who was tied with a rope, with only her legs free.

Marcus: Hey, what if she runs?

(Y/n): Then I catch her and break her legs.

Leona: You really think you could?

Marcus: He has and will do. Please don't challenge him.

(Y/n): Where are we even going?

Leona: A jazz club called The ninth heaven.

(Y/n): Shitty ass name...

Marcus: I've heard of that place, it's a new club that was renovated from an old club, a few weeks- And I see where this is going...

Leona: The general there is named Jeremy Luke, nicknamed the lightning fighter.

(Y/n):(smiles) Are you saying he can shoot lightning? I've never kicked the snot out of a real wizard before...

Leona: Of course he can't shoot lightning!

Leona: He's a really fast attacker.

(Y/n): Oh...

Leona: Don't act disappointed. Rumor has it, he can hit someone a hundred times in one second.

Marcus: I don't know anything about fighting, so I don't know how impressive that is.

Leona: Seeing as the world record is 20 punches a second, he's 5 times better.

(Y/n): Big whoop. I'll still make him drink his teeth and every other food for the rest of his life.

Marcus: How do you drink teeth?

(Y/n): Pulverise and mix with blood.

Marcus: Why do I ask? I know I'm not going to like the answer.

Leona:... Why is no one surprised or even concern that I'm tied up?

She stares at the civilians that they're walking past.

Marcus:(sigh)... You're not the first he's done this to.

(Y/n): You're the one who ties them up.

Marcus: You make me.

(Y/n): If you don't like it, leave.

Leona: We're here.

Trying to open the door they find it locked.

Leona: Hm... We might want to come back during-

(Crash)

(Y/n) shattered the glass door with a single punch, then entered.

Marcus: That's breaking and entering!

Leona: I've done worse...

Entering the club they find quite the fancy club. They were currently on a sort of, second-floor balcony area whilst the floor below had a stage that went to the middle of the floor with tables all around.

(Y/n): Yo! Germs or whatever, get the hell out here so I can kick your ass!

Marcus:(sarcastically) Subtle...

Woman: Excuse me, but you're trespassing!

A woman suddenly runs up to the trio. Blond hair, a slightly busty figure with glasses. She's seemed to be in her late thirties.

(Y/n): Who are you?

Woman; I'm Lisa, the owner.

(Y/n): I'm looking for a Germany.

Leona: Jeremy.

(Y/n): There the same thing.

Marcus: One is a country...

Lisa: What do you want with my husband.

(Y/n): I want to hospitalize him.

Lisa: Excuse me?

(Y/n): You're not excused.

Lisa then looked at Leona.

Lisa: Wait, don't you work with Jeremy?

Leona: Yes, now can you direct him to us, so he can take care of these two idiots?

Lisa: I don't understand what's going on... Please leave before I call the cops.

(Y/n): I don't care, I ain't leaving until I fight your gangster boyfriend.

Lisa: Gangster...?

Man: That's enough.

Turning to the floor below where the stage was, they saw a man walk down the stage.

He wore a three piece suit, that had a purple tint to it. The man had dark skin, white dyed hair, and was probably in his early fifties.

Leona: Jeremy...

Jeremy: Leona? So this is where you disappeared to.

Leona: I have someone here for you to fight.

(Y/n) smashed his fist into his palm out of excitement.

(Y/n): They call me (Y/n). What a pleasure to have a gangster, like you, to be my next victim.

Jeremy: I only fight those, my boss orders to.

(Y/n):?

(Y/n): How lame...

(Y/n): But I ain't leaving until you are beaten to a bloody pulp.

Jeremy: No matter what, I won't fight you.

(Y/n):(wicked smirk) Oh really...?

He suddenly grabs Lisa and hangs her off the balcony floor they were on.

Lisa: AHHH!

(Y/n): Fight me, or I'll have to kick her ass instead.

Jeremy:!?

Jeremy: You're bluf-

He tosses her into the air, then grabs her leg to stop her from falling to the lower floor.

Lisa: AAAHHH!

(Y/n):(mumbles) You'll only get hurt if you fall...

Jeremy:... Fine, you win the honor of losing to me.

(Y/n): That's my line.

He dragged Lisa back onto the floor he was on. (Y/n) then leaps over the railing and onto the lower floor.

Leona: What's wrong with this kid?

Marcus: Don't you criminals kill people?

Leona: Fair point...

Walking onto the stage where Jeremy was, (Y/n) cracked his knuckles.

(Y/n):....

Jeremy: Well?

(Y/n): First shot is yours.

Jeremy: Heh... You're a cocky little punk. So be it.

Jeremy slowly walks up to (Y/n).

As (Y/n) blink, he felt himself getting hit several times in the chest, opening his eyes he saw Jeremy punch him in the middle of his stomach, causing him to slide to the edge of the stage.

Marcus: Holy shitting ducks... All I saw were blurs!

Leona: That's the lightning fighter for you. I barely managed to beat him when he was going easy on me during my initiation.

Jeremy then ran up to (Y/n), who tried to punch the general. Jeremy flipped over the attack and landed at the very edge of the stage on the heels of his feet.

Then, the general knocked into (Y/n), causing him to lose his balance.

He then proceeded to rapidly punch (Y/n)'s body, while quickly moving in circles around him.

The young delinquent tried dodging the attacks, but it was like trying to dodge bullets coming from a minigun.

Before (Y/n) knew it, he was back at the edge of the stage. Jeremy wanted to end this fight quickly so he uppercuted (Y/n) off the stage and onto a table that broke under his weight.

Leona: Hmph... That will teach him.

Jeremy: All talk, no bite.

Jeremy: Never threaten someone I care about again.

Marcus: God damnit (Y/n)! Stop playing around, I know you're stronger.

(Y/n):(sigh)

Without any trouble, (Y/n) stood up.

Leona: How is he still standing?

(Y/n): You fucking lied to me, you bitch!

The young delinquent walked back onto the stage

(Y/n): This guy isn't a challenge at all!

Leona: Not really convincing from where I stand.

(Y/n): Then watch better!

Jeremy: I guess I must give you more punishment.

Jeremy goes for another lighting fast punch, only for (Y/n) to meet his fist with his own. The general, surprised, reeled his arm back and shook off the pain his fist felt.

Leona: What was that...?

Marcus:(smirks)

(Y/n): Marcus, put on some music. It's only fitting for a club.

Marcus: On it!

Marcus took out his phone and played a random song.

A funky jazz song from a video game began playing.

(Y/n): I was hoping for rock or metal, but fuck it...

Jeremy sent a barrage of lighting fast attacks punches towards the Hellspawn, who matched his flurry with his own.

(Y/n) decided, if he couldn't dodge, then he would simply block by surpassing his opponent's skill.

The last two punches caused Jeremy to slide back. He began repeatedly shake his hands, hoping the pain would leave.

(Y/n): You're fast, but what good is that if you're as strong as a child?

This young delinquent then began bombarding Jeremy with a ruthless flurry of punches that were faster then he could react.

Finishing with an uppercut, (Y/n) sent the man into the air. With a thump that echoed throughout the club, Jeremy landed.

(Y/n) then stood over Jeremy. The general tried to punch him off, but the Hellspawn caught both his fist.

Slamming his foot on Jeremy's face, (Y/n) proceeded to tug on his arms until they dislocated.

Jeremy: AGH!

(Y/n):(wicked grin) Let me teach you how to put weight into your attacks for more damage.

Even though he basically won, he decided to go the extra step. Jumping in the air, (Y/n) grabs his feet, then falls knees first onto Jeremy's chest, shattering a few ribs and bruising a few organs.

Dusting himself off while smiling because of a job well done he makes his way to Marcus and Leona whilst Lisa runs up to Jeremy who was in tremendous pain.

Leona: Wha... How... N-no!

Marcus: Don't worry, you'll get used to it.

(Y/n): Who's next?

Leona:...

Marcus: Let's get something to eat maybe. She needs some time to process things.

Leona: I hate you.

(Y/n): Like I give a shit what you think.

The three leave as Lisa calls the ambulance.