My POV:
"I'm gonna sue your ass!!" Some motherfucker just told me, right after turning my store upside down.
"I should sue yours! Look what you've done to my store!!!" I'm yelling at this point. I know costumer should always be right but I can't right now. This dude can't be serious.
"You must want to get punched as well" I says, wiggling his bat at me. By now, every eye witness that I might've had just left in fear and I was all alone with that one guy.
"Oh please, try me" I say, waving my hands in the air.
He starts breaking all the glasses I had in the store and everything made of glass. I cover my face with my hands. Glass is flying everywhere and he was no where near stopping himself.
"Are you crazy??? Stop it!"
"You don't know who I am, do you?" His accent started to get clearer and my mouth hung up.
"I-I'm sorry. I don't"
"The russians rule Hell's Kitchen. Everything in here is ours by right and you just refused to give me something I wanted"
"I don't sell weapons! Why would you think that?" I put my hands up in surrender, my voice already failing me.
"Maybe I just needed a reason to hit a pretty lady like you" he starts to come closer and I couldn't walk backwards no more as I hit the wall.
He swings the bat and I close my eyes, waiting for impact. I hear a loud thud and don't feel a thing. I open my eyes and see a tall dark figure inside my store. A man in an all back outfit with something on his head, covering all from his head to his nose.
"What the hell is the devil of Hell's Kitchen doing here?" The russian guy says, smirking at the man.
"Making sure you don't hit a nice lady. Where are your manners?" He says, smiling provocatively. That smile... That voice... Wow.
The russian man swings at him and he dodges effortlessly, kicking his back as soon as he passes by him, making him hit a wall. (Let's call the russian guy "Dimitri" for the sake of the story.)
Dimitri gets up and he's now more furious than ever, but smirking. I don't know how but that picture made me even more scared.
"How do you know that this isn't a diversion, 'daredevil'?" He asks, walking in circles with the other man, making air quotes as he mocked his nickname.
"It isn't" He says, very calmly.
"And how the hell do you know?"
"I just do" he smirks at Dimitri and just waits for him to charge again.
They start throwing punches at each other, dodging a few and taking anothers. I just couldn't help but stand there watching.
Dimitri ends up tackling him to the floor, throwing punches at his face and body. Daredevil was just trying to protect his face and his ribs but it was worth it. I started to panic.
"No one dies in my store!!" I yell and try to grab Dimitri's arm, just for him to punch me in the ribs and throw me away as well.
That might've been the only diversion daredevil needed because as soon as Dimitri looks back at him, he punches him in the gut and throat, making him get up and walk back quickly. Daredevil gets up, kicks his knee for him to fall to the ground and kicks his forehead strongly, making him fall to the ground knocked out. Daredevil finally stopped and started panting against a wall. I was speechless.
"Sir... Do you need help?" I approached him slowly.
"Are... You... Okay?" He asks, between breaths.
"Yes! Thank you tho... I really needed help. I don't know what could've happened if you didn't appear" I say, looking at the man lying in the ground.
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