Characters: Max & Edward (later, Simone) Setting: City street, night. Content: Work safe,. Summary: Max gets himself into trouble, and Edward saves his butt.
For the record, Max was not out after curfew. Nor did he go looking for trouble, today. He was heading home from his martial arts class when he heard the scream for help. Without thinking, Max pulled on his ski-mask (something he started carrying around with him after being caught flying in the park - it would be safer for him if people didn't see his face).
It was a mugging, again. But this time the bad guy was no normal bad guy. He was freaking strong. And he had a knife. It wasn't long before Max was bleeding thanks to a knife slash to his forearm. The pain was unexpected and definitely unwelcome. And then he was flying through the air but not because of any of his abilities. No, he was thrown.
His head met the metal lip of a dumpster and Max was sort of impressed with the sound it made. He was laying on the ground, head ringing. To be honest, he was pretty impressed with the fact that he was still conscious. He was only vaguely worried about the fact that the man was coming at him. His head was swimming too much to really care but with some effort, Max managed to push a concetrated burst of air towards the guy. Enough to knock the dude on his ass.