Unlucky Bastard

"Ah, goddammit," Lenny cursed as he tried to straighten his aching back. The front kick had hit his abs, but it still hurt dearly.

Just having immense endurance didn't mean things didn't hurt anymore; it just meant that he only had to suffer the pain for a shorter period. 

At that moment, Bill got out of his jet lag and all that was evident on his face was frustration and anger. Lucky for him, the garbage liquid hadn't gotten into his eyes, so as he saw Lenny hit the garbage bin, he immediately charged at him.

Real too didn't wait for Lenny to recuperate, rushing at Lenny after regaining his balance, aiming to stamp him with the under of his shoe.

Lenny's brain spun fast. He turned and rolled away, dodging the attacks coming at him.

Standing up, he breathed heavily and took a few steps back, facing the trash-smelling Bill, the angry Real, and the pepper-sprayed Jim, who was frantically using his inner shirt to clean his eyes.