There was always something thrilling about fighting. Whether he was watching or participating, Ryan has always found the hype of it all to be extremely liberating. Watching Eric and jack he found a strange sense of relaxation though he dared not show it on his face too much. He was brought back to times where he had fought over some petty thing or to uphold his reputation, how he had gotten his ass handed to him the first time he had gotten into a real street fight, and the countless times he had fought to keep leadership of his gang whenever someone dared to call him out. This was nothing new to him, though he could easily tell Kat was having a hard time with this. Soon she seemed to get a better grasp at what was going on for it wasnâ€™t long before she seemed a bit moreâ€¦ accepting, if youâ€™d want to call it that.<br/><br/>What concerned him more was the thickening crowd, slowly becoming larger as the fight dragged on. A crowd this large might draw the attention of local authorities. Immediately his eyes had scanned the block for any telltale signs, his attention turned away from the fight for but a moment but he kept most of the action within his peripheral. Not a second after the fight had started and people were already placing bets. As the fight progressed, people were beginning to squabble over who they thought was the better fighter. Even some of his own men had joined in, which really did not come to him as surprising. Somehow in the end he had managed to keep a rowdy crowd from destroying things even though a few of his own men had stepped forward when Eric collapsed.<br/><br/>Holding up a hand to prevent anyone from coming too close, Ryan had walked towards Jack. He wouldnâ€™t be surprised if the man would try some dirty trick the way he had looked at Eric. When he was confirmed dead, once more the crowd had erupted in cheer, some glowering at the fact that they had lost their bet, and was still cheering even after Ryan had slowly picked Eric up.<br/><br/>Eric was going to need some medical attention right away but he didnâ€™t want to rush him to the hospital. If he did he would have to explain how heâ€™d gotten like that and he really was not that good at making up stories, not that anyone would really believe him. He was not without his fair share of hospital visits. Besides, the hospital was on the other side of town. That would be too much of a risk if he happened to run into authorities along the way. Having no choice he would have to take him to a friend of his that ran a clinic about a block away. It wasnâ€™t too far; he knew this city like the back of his hands, take a few back roads and alley ways and it would seem like a block away anyway. In reality it was more like three blocks.<br/><br/>Kat had been the first to rush over once the crowd died and he didnâ€™t have to worry about some pissed off spectator trying to deck him, â€œDonâ€™t worry, heâ€™s still alive. I know someone who will be able to patch him up in no time. Heâ€™ll be good as new within a day or so.â€ He had told her but she merely glowered and shook her head. There was a look in her eye that he hoped heâ€™d never have to see again, it was similar to the one she had flashed Eric during that brief meeting only it was clear that she was very displeased. It convinced him that he shouldnâ€™t even try to explain everything, she really wouldnâ€™t understand everything if he made a â€˜Street Fighting for Dummiesâ€™ book and handed it to her. Street fighting was something you had to experience to understand completely.<br/><br/>To be honest Kat really was not sure what was running through her mind right there. She was partly speechless by what she had seen, astonished. That was probably the first time she has seen a street fight from beginning to end and she had to admit it was pretty amazing. In the end she knew she had also been silently cheering him on though the serious side of her wouldnâ€™t admit it. She had known Eric would not have gone down that easily, that was evident when she had watched him take out Riddickâ€™s men, and she discovered a newfound respect for him. Despite the look on her face she just could not stay angry because of that newfound respect. That was probably because she was still at a loss for words.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™m assuming your friend is a doctor?â€ She asked, and Ryan nodded. â€œLead the way then.â€ Within a few minutes they had arrived at a small back alley clinic. Ryanâ€™s friend, an odd man by the name of Gerald, had taken Eric to a back room to recover. He didnâ€™t even bother to ask questions knowing exactly what had happened. There could only be one reason why Ryan would come in here with someone with those kinds of injuries. Whether a fight broke out or Ryan had been the one to cause the injuries, he'd rather not know.