The punch hit him square in the jaw. Tomix barely felt it. He didn't fall to the ground, just lent back against the brick wall, not meeting the eyes of the three gangsters.
"Come on, kid! They're worth a lot! Give us the gloves!" The tallest one spat. Tomix still refused to meet they're gaze. The tallest gang member stared at him.
"What? Too afraid to let us see your little scars? What, did you mommy forget to put on your ointment?" He and his friends laughed.
Tomix snapped a little bit.
Turning to face the lead gangster, he raised his (armored, the gangsters now realized) fist, and brought it down into his face. He flew across the alleyway, into the opposite wall. The other two gangsters just gawked at Tomix, who eyes were like the very message of death. They ran, taking their leader with them.
Tomix walked out of the alley, pulling his hood over his face and eyes again, his hands retreating into his pockets of his trench coat. He hoped no one had been watching his little performance. No one needed to know what he could do. Yuki had been the only one he had ever shown.
People stared as he walked past.