Alistair watched the jerk walk forward and challenge him. In the few seconds it took for Jonathan to change course and walk towards him Alistair had observed everything he needed to know about Jonathan. Applying his deduction skills to a fight was not something that Alistair was used to. Sherlock Holmes was not a fighter and neither was Alistair, but yet in past battles Alistair had noticed that observing his opponent allowed him to get in the odd 'lucky shot' now and again. He had never really considered winning a fight through deduction, but right now he was sure that was what was about to happen.<br/><em>'He's built. He does sports of some kind. Judging by the size of his arms I'm guessing it involves utilising the upper body in some way. He's left handed so he'll swing with that. The fact he's coming at me at a right angle makes that a bit more likely. He's not part of the popular crowd he probably said he would pay those guys if they beat us up. If I floor him they may still come at us. He's leads with his chin, he protects his left, he has confidence in his upper body and he thinks he'll floor me in one hit.'</em>Alistair thought to himself, every thought feeling as if it was rushing through his head at an inhuman speed. It was as if time itself had stopped all so he could come up with the following plan.<br/><em>'Go low. His lower body is weaker. Step inside and sweep with left leg to knock out his right foot and disrupt balance. Block blind jab with right hand and hammer left fist into the solar plexus to get him back onto his feet. Bring up right knee to the chest to knock the wind out of him. Be careful not to break his ribs. Bury left hand into the side of his face. Use right hand to block feeble attempt to swipe a you. Back away to avoid desperate kicks. Grab ankle in mid swing. Use free hand to grab throat. Use disrupted balance to lift him and drive him into the ground.'</em>The whole image played out in his head and before he even knew what was happening Jonathan had yelped as Alistair's left leg sweeped out and knocked him off his feet. The rest happend so smoothly that Alistair wondered if he was dreaming right now. It was easy knocking an athletic guy like Jonathan over when he used his feet to attack the unguarded points of his legs. It was so simple to push him over and deliver a punch to the side of his face and the soft vulnerable parts of his body. He could feel peoples stares, he could hear Lulu cheering and he watched as he lifted Jonathan Andrews off the ground and drove his back into the earthy ground below him.<br/>There was a silence as Alistair stood over the moron that now lay sprawled out in front of him. The other thugs were now nervously fidgetting on the spot. The ones that held down Casey looked uncertainly from Alistair to their comerad es, as if unsure of whether to retreat or run into battle. Eventually they made up their minds.<br/>'Come on you idiots! Rush him!' One of the bullies that held down Casey yelled.<br/>That had been the moment when the monster had erupted from the earthy floor in between the nearby trees. A humanoid figure covered in rags and chains, with bulging muscles of dead flesh and a large mask that covered his head which looked like it belonged to that of a scarecrow.<br/>The creature stood amongst the trees and stared at the sight before him. It's eyes stared out from the dark holes of the straw mask which made up its face. Then it threw back its head and let out a roar.