The Seven Deadly Alliance

Triple E-ments Pt.6

This man- Y, is a mad man. He doesn't have to move from his spot, the center of the bridge. Now, the bridge is extremely wide and capable of holding a lot of weight despite the rusting on the corners and rails. With all of them attacking a single man at once, it should be easy. Even according to Jungwoo, it should be a simple way to kill him right here and there. He's old. He only has knives or blades. Simple as that, they have guns and knives. But the enemy says anything but.

"Is he a trainer?!" Seongwha shook Hendery's shoulders violently, unkind to the younger's liking. The older needed answers now and forcing them out of the traitors in a panicked way was the only thing he could do at the moment. The Chinese male grabbed his wrists to hold himself still. With a labored breath, he nodded. "Yes- you didn't need to do that." He got back up, hand gesturing forward to Wooyoung and Hueningkai who understood. "But I've never seen him in person. None of us had seen these three." He quipped.

{ Jungwoo sat back in his seat, wondering how long the three have been able to understand each other- all the 'traitors', moreover, secretly slipping out from anyone's attention and meeting up with others, likely a hideout to meet with Kage Arcs. Even so, Shotaro and Sungchan. He tried listing a time whenever Sicheng, Hendery, Shotaro, Sungchan, and Chenle had left situations that seemed quite unusual. Nothing.

"What is it that you guys had to be connected with them?" He solemnly scanned the desk, suddenly noticing two blinking red lights. "F*ck!!" He scrambled and pressed a button, forgetting how painful it was to yell with his sore throat. "I'm switching over to contact with team two and five! Continue fighting, Seonghwa and Yunho, you're in charge!" The instructor ignored all the retorts and questions, soon silenced as he switched to contact with the others.

Don't die.}

"Someone's been attacked." Hueingkai dropped down swinging his leg to only stop when a knife is thrown a second before him. He rolls back on his feet with a staggering stance. The elder man was unfazed by the giant boy. The tone the instructor had used was frantic and definitely an emergency; you can hear the strained voice and it concerned the others.

"My, the traitors fighting back... have you told the morbid stories? Oh, so heartbreaking." Wooyoung gripped his gun tightly before shooting below. He was now on top of the bridge, multiple wires already cut. Maybe about ten more left.

As his presence was unexpected by the man, he finally moved from his spot. Yunho caught the man in his arms, gun pressed right against Y's head. A surprising intrusion from the elder man happened, jabbing into the taller's ribs, a knife was hidden within his sleeve. The trainer had loosened his grip on his firearm, quickly snatched away. Y quickly turned around, shooting Wooyoung off the bridge and Hueningkai down. Hendery went for the man next, dodging as many bullets as he could. Seonghwa had caught Wooyoung, the younger being on the post near the instructor. To them, five bullets weren't extreme; minor. The shorter got up, quickly removing a bullet out of his thigh and throwing the piece of copper away.

"What else do you know about this man?" Seonghwa asked frantically, forcing both of them down when three blades made their way towards them, an innocent tree sliced up and toppling over. The two boys departed from each other's sides, looking up back at Y.

   The other three had evacuated, Hueningkai and Yunho stabbed. It only took a minute to look at the enemy's arm. Shiny, stainless, metal, with a couple of cloth, remains on the limb. Very familiar to the men. Anyone from their gangs would recognize it well enough. It was typically the same attachments Jihoon, Xiaojun, Hendery, Renjun, and Shotaro had encountered but this time, it had something extra. It went unnoticeably; the sound of wires or strings tightening, slamming, and trapping Wooyoung and Hueningkai against a rusted pillar. Lines of blood glistened under the sunlight as if it was floating thanks to the help of thin and sharp metal strings. The two boys' heads butted against each other's, an unpleasant sound heard among the others.