Puzzle pt 3

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We both circled each other, eyes locked and our fist clenched. His finger's clenching and unclenching around its cruel form. Our eyes never fell for even a second, but I knew I was in a disadvantage.



Holding my bag tightly in my right hand, I made sure to watch his every move, knowing that if I made the first move as a disadvantaged opponent, I'd be dead.




He raised his hand, the gun coming up to aim. Raising my bag, I held it up to my chest. It was folded, so it would be able to suppress the force of the bullet (s). Hopefully...




I clenched my fist at the side of the bag, closing my eye's tight and waiting for the sound to go off.

















But nothing happened....



















My eyes popped open, only to see that the gun was actually empty. " what the hell.. ARE YOU SERIOUS!? ". His eyes held a fierce rage in them, like dancing sparks in a fire place. I didn't give him time to process my presence, I ran towards him, my fist colliding with his right cheek.




He cursed, falling to the floor. I jumped on him and began punching his face, i didn't care about where I'm hitting, I just wanted him dead .




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