Where did all the adventure go?

Things weren't quite going the way Andrian wanted it to be, all the excitement in his life has dissappeared all of a sudden. It had been the same thing over and over again since Bell and he had gone their seperates ways. Working, go home and sleep, working, go home and sleep. Or just sit there on the couch, drink a few beers and watch tv all day on the couch being a couch potatoes. He missed it, really; all the adventure and journey he had - he missed it. He missed the excitement and the adrenaline running through his vein from all the fighting and running he did. The way his heart bumped against his chest like a jackhammers going on non-stop. He needed something to do, something that made his adrenaline and his heart beat again like it used to. But what?

Andrian was in what seem to be an empty, dirty alleyway in London in between four unit. WHACK! a fist flew into the air as it hit Andrian in the face. Andrian grunted and stumbled to the floor as the fist contacted to his face. Blood spurted from his mouth from the damage as he hit the ground, causing a scratch to appear on his face as he did this. A crowd surrouded them, forming a circle around them. Cheering as they watch the fight go on, slowly they picked him up from the ground and pushed him back to his opponent. They were bloodthirsty; they wanted more. They weren't gonna let him or his opponent escape until one of them had won. Andrian wanted to give them what they wanted, a fight - a good fight. He watched his opponent closely and watched his every move, jogging his way around the circle as he did this. To his dismay his opponent lunge before him. But Andrian was too quick for him and dodged out of the way and as he did this he punch the guy in the face and kick him in the stomach three time before pushing him to the ground. Andrian then went on top of the guy and tried to punch him again, to finish the fight. But the opponent grabbed his hand and stopped him, then started to kick him off him. The fight was still on....