Bloodlines [Arvis and Roy Belmont]

The night was going on far too long, and Arvis was tired and barely any more relaxed then he was hours ago. Having ventured to new territory in the form of the bar "The Forth Corner", he had all but hoped that it might take his mind off of trivial daily matters...or the worse, regretful decisions that still haunt him to this very day. While taking in the sights of Kabukicho was pleasant even, if nothing more than a distraction, it could only last so long before it felt no different than the rest of the streets of Tokyo.

Just...with a tinted, neon glow to hide the underlying, dark secrets that lurked around every corner. The thought continued to sicken him as Arvis made his way down the streets of Tokyo once more, leaving the bar behind as a brief respite and pulling him back to the slog that was his life. Arvis wanted nothing more than to make a difference. To amend past mistakes and make strides to the future. Where would he start though? Being a simple driver wasn't going to do that, and his vigilante work wasn't committed enough to say he was helping stamp out crime. As it was, Arvis still feared what he was capable of, and felt that, deep down, he might never achieved his peak. As long as that dread lurks inside, always inhibiting his decisions and choices.

The time at Forth Corner did clear his mind a bit, and brought back a tiny amount of juice into his soul once again, for what little that meant to the wandering vigilante. Without much thought, as he shuffled lazily back to where he had parked his car, Arvis kicked a stray soda bottle, sending it about a bus length away without thinking. He listened to the plastic tap against the pavement as it bounced several times, continuing to rolls. However, Arvis had stopped moving along with the bottle. The noise of the plastic served no purpose to the vigilante.

What did though, was the faint, muffled sound of struggling. Arvis instinctively started walking towards the direction of the voices, almost on autopilot, taking him away from the street his car was parked. The noises grew louder and louder. First as grumbling and tussling, but then full on calls for help and attempted efforts to silence the voice as he drew nearer. The closer Arvis got to the noise, the faster the vigilante moved. Once the voice rang loud enough, Arvis was in a full on sprint, finally catching up to the winding alleyway that was host to the tussle.

A woman, fairly young and most likely only a year or two younger than himself, fought against two thugs that grappled onto the woman, gripping her tightly and preventing her from running. The woman was, unsurprisingly, in distress as her clothing became torn in parts at the intense struggle.

"Eey, you think the boss-man is going to like us tampering with the goods before we get her to him?" Arvis heard one of the sleazy men say as the other one grinned wickedly.

"You're going about it the wrong way of thinking. We aren't tampering. We are...sampling before selling. Can't have broken product, it will make him look bad, right?" The large man snickered as his muscly hand grabbed forced the sobbing girl to crane her head to look directly into his eyes. "Why cry? You are lucky to have been seen as worth our time. Now stop fighting and-"

Around this same time, the girl's eyes had averted away from the bulky man, looking down the alleyway to notice the blond haired vigilante. "Please Help! Help me!" She called out in a panic, likely not thinking as the man gripped down on her throat to silence her.

"I told you to shut your trap!" He shouted, but Arvis took the time to charge forward. The two men standing on standby in the group turned when they heard rapid footsteps, confused at the girl's reaction. "Hey, get out of here if you know-" The man hadn't even fully turned around as, in a burst of his quirk, Arvis launched himself into the air.

Feeling his muscles strengthen and the odd sensation of Primal Fury's tail sprouting from where his tailbone would be located, Arvis thrust his knee forward. The man who first became aware of Arvis' presence ate a mouthful of unadulterated force as the kneecap busted against his teeth and skull. The man gurgled and spurted out a surprised scream as the was smashed backwards against the blow, collapsing to the ground with a shattered mouth, blood pouring onto the ground.

Arvis landed onto the ground cleanly, his transformed lower body taking the form of an the carnotaurus beast. Arvis tail sways back and forth, awaiting command from the body, to which was the second scout proceeded to rush Arvis. Reflexively, Arvis spun his body in a rounding spin, building momentum, his powerful tail slamming into the second thugs side, sending him short distance away, landing in a heap in front of the leader of the gang of thugs and his weaselly second in command. The thug gasped for air, reaching for the leaders leg.

"B-Boss. This guy ain't real." He choked out, the leader and his cohort staring in a mix of annoyance and fear.

"Damn, this is one of them quirk guys, ain't it?" The second in command called out in high alert as the leader tilted his head in wonderment.

"So it seems. Nobody I seen before. Looks like the rookie has gotta be taught who owns these parts." The hulking man tossed the girl unceremoniously to the side, letting her fall to the ground. "Get the catch outta here. I have business to settle here."

The lesser goon snickered as he snatched up the girl once more before Arvis could react, the two taking off down another branching path.

"Get back here!" Arvis feared he might not be able to catch them if they get away now, being that his quirk lacked speed. Starting to run forward, the vigilanted attempted to split from the impending fight with the leader. The other man had other ideas. While Arvis was prepared to dodge an thrown fist or attempted grab, the man did something Arvis was unprepared for. Turning his gaze, the transformed quirker saw the large man reel his leg back, seemingly ready for a kick.

But the distance is too far away to hit, why would he-

Arvis' eyes widened as the large men slammed his foot against one of his lackeys, sending the thug spiraling directly at Arvis. Instinctively, Arvis went to grab the thrown person, but both the weight and force behind the attack threw off his balance, hitting Arvis against a nearby wall and tripping his sprint up, forcing him to the ground.

With the collapsed body on him, Arvis threw the man off, but was unable to even catch his bearings before the leader was above him. Slamming his foot down on his stomach, Arvis gagged before being grabbed by the arm and dragged to his feet. The man lifted Arvis up, throwing him down once again with force.

Arvis struggled to get his bearings, but it was no use. The man largely overpowered him, even with his quirk because the thug got the upper hand. For all he knew, the man could also have a quirk, but what could he do? He needed to think of something quick, or else.

He needed a distraction. Anything. Vision was going blurry. Time was running out-!