Hauk

Pulling up a pack of cigarettes which he had acquired during an earlier visit to this timeline, Hauk patted forth a smoke from the soft-pack and then lit it with his gold-plated Zippo while he watched his five partners walk down the street and then split, each one of them heading off in a separate direction.

Exhaling a thin fume of smoke while savouring the taste of the prime tobacco, Hauk then turned and walked in the opposite direction than the one the others had gone down.

It looked as if that path would lead him towards a rougher part of the city, but Hauk felt more than certain that he could handle himself.

Beside from melee skills which he had honed and practiced in combat against men, monster and demons, Hauk was carrying two revolvers, his favourite choice of firearms ever since he had first experienced such during a visit to what those of this timeline referred to as the Old West.

After making his way down a number of streets, Hauk then climbed a long series of stone-paved stairs, eventually finding himself standing by what looked like an old lighthouse.

The thin, tall building looked as though it had been abandoned for a long time, with its white paint having faded and fallen off on many places and the glass at the top having been broken almost everywhere.

“Yo white boy,” an aggressive-sounding voice suddenly called out from behind him, “whatcha doing uptown!?”

Having heard that someone was trying to sneak up on him, Hauk had his hands inside of his coat, resting on the handles of his revolvers, holstered as they were on his back, as he turned around to face the one having made the call.
It turned out that the caller was a young black man, dressed in ridiculously baggy demims which left the top half of his ass bare and a jacket in bright red, which also looked to be far too big for the person wearing it. To finish of his laughable appearance, the young man wore boots that also looked far too big, a black bandana (which was strangely not oversized in comparison to his head, Hauk had half expected it to hang down to his chin) and he had a moustache which was thin and patchy.

All in all, a ridiculous-looking character, and the four male friends which he had standing right behind looked equally silly, all of them wearing oversized pants and bright red jackets.

The sixth person of the group, however, looked a lot more interesting; this was a young woman, probably not older than 18-19 years of age, and of Hispanic heritage.
Looking fit and womanly soft at the same time, the young woman was dressed in a skimpy white top that did nothing to conceal her pair of fabulously large and round tits and which left her flat stomach uncovered. Apart from that, she wore a black miniskirt and black boots.
Since the outfit wasn’t exactly warming, the young woman looked as if she was freezing pretty bad, and what more she looked both annoyed and angered by the fact that she and her friends were standing there.

“Chasing your women around.” Hauk said in reply to the man’s question.

“What the fuck are you on about!? Are you fucking crazy or something, shit!” The young man screamed out at Hauk, his voice no longer merely aggressive, but also uneven, rising to an unnervingly high pitch every now and then.
“Do you have a problem with your voice?” Hauk asked him, “Or haven’t you left puberty yet?”

“Fuck you motherfucker!” The man cried out, and Hauk was surprised that he didn’t manage to squeeze in a “fucking” between “you” and “motherfucker”.
“Ruben,” the woman cut in, “this guy’s crazy! Let’s just get out of here, alright?”
“Shut up, bitch!” The young man turned round and slapped the woman’s face, sending her staggering backwards, “You do as I say, do you fucking get that!?”

Seeing the man hit the woman caused Hauk to part his lips and bare his teeth in a wolfish grin.
He’d enjoy beating the shit out of this lowlife.