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Swan X Reader - Part 17 (Armies Of The Night)

With Swan's command, the beach riot between The Warriors and The Rouges began. You scurried into the back of the crowd and avoided getting thrown about by The Rouges. Cowboy, Vermin, Snow, Cochise and Rembrandt chose their fight and showed no mercy. With The Warriors now being packed and armed, they did a whole lot more than tackle, punch and kick. They swung weapons above their heads to damage temples and sliced their weapons into vital areas.

You would have had a rumble with Luther, but Swan had you covered on that. Luther was Swan's target and was going to give him a run for his money. Swan may have had the advantage of being taller and more muscular, but Luther was quicker and more brutal with his fighting knowledge.

You stepped out from the fight and stumbled back until you felt a heavy set of hands grab you by the shoulders and pick you up.

"WOAH! D-Train it's me, Big Guy!" You flinched and flattened your hands showing that you were harmless. "Yeah, I know! Get that shit off, Girl. Black colours don't suit you." D-Train put you down to the side from the fight and flicked the leather hat off your head. "Good point." You nodded and threw the vest off your shoulders and tossed it into the sand. "Here put this on. No lieutenant of mine is colourless." D-Train patted your shoulder and handed you one of his red wrist cloths that was tied on each of his bulky wrists. "Thanks, Big Guy." You warmly smiled in aww as you wrapped the material around your head as a banana to keep the hair and sweat out of your face. "Now let's fuck up some, Shitbags!" D-Train tapped your back and joined in on the riot by picking up two Rouges by the hair and clashing their heads together.

You hung back for a few seconds and tried to spot Swan or Luther since you knew they went for each other. Luther was your priority so you knew he was going to be Swan's priority too. It was like they had made their own little arena since they were scrapping further away from everyone else. You had your fingers crossed that Swan had tired him out so you could finish him off, but they were both still going strong in a one on one knife fight.

"Once I fuck you up, I'm gonna do the same to her. Literally." Luther spat at Swan and falsely lunged forward. "Try me." Swan spoke and caught Luther with a punch in the nose as he made his actual move seconds later.

Luther cleared his nose and realized the blood dripping down. Swan had caught him good, but not good enough to knock him down. Luther was still standing and the sight of his bloody nose made him a bull seeing red. With Luther being a man to get frustrated so quickly, that meant he was one to rage out quickly too. Even though the fight hadn't been going on for long, he was ready to show Swan what he was capable of and it was nasty. You've watched Luther beat men to death with his fists and legs, he showed no mercy in a fight this aggressive. You just hoped that Swan knew how to handle something new.

Swan did manage to hold his own rather well and had got some quality strikes on Luther. He managed to slice the side of his cheek with his knife and catch him off guard with a few blows to the gut and face.

Overall, both of them were bruising and bleeding, one of them was clearly gonna murder the other. Both of them had a taste for blood, an appetite for dominance and ascendancy which would make the winner victorious.

Luther got close enough to Swan without catching the slice from his knife and swung around his neck. Shocking Swan's windpipe, Luther had the momentum to jump onto Swan's back and beat the crap out of his head and neck with the pressure of another man's body weight on his shoulders.

Swan had NEVER had an opponent fight this dirty before, he had spared with you many times in the gym that was at the bottom of your gang hideout, but you never took it to this extent. It made Swan panic and because he was panicking with so much pressure, he couldn't think of a way to get out of the situation. If Swan carried on talking hits to the head then he was going to get wasted.

"FALL ON YOUR BACK!" You yelled over since you were shown how to get out of the move.

Swan did as you suggested and it worked! As Swan fell on his back using Luther as a soft landing, it got him off and made Luther bang his head on the hardened sand. Swan was able to escape Luther's supposedly unescapable move and it left him a little shaken up, he'd completely forgotten that he'd shown you how to get out of that mess and now it was being used against him.

Even though Swan was gasping for air and getting his head back on track, he wasn't finished just yet, he wanted to win his fight before you won yours. Swan snatched Luther by his grey hoodie as he hovered above him and repeatedly punched him in the face. Luther took a few hits to the nose and mouth, breaking his nose and busting his upper lip, he was getting the beating that he had coming to him. Before the fourth punch made contact with his face, Luther threw some sand up into Swan's eyes and crawled away backwards as Swan turned away itching his face, trying to make himself cry.

"Not so fast, you little bastard!" You kicked Luther in the side of the face, watching a tooth fly out from his lips.

"You've made me suffer long enough. You're gonna fucking pay for what you did to me!" You pressed your foot on Luther's chest and pulled your gun out from behind your back. "Go on then!.. DO IT ALREADY!.. You had your chance last time and last time you pussied out!" Luther panted and sharply gulped as you held the gun towards his head. "Fuck you!" You pulled the trigger and watched Luther flinch and your gun's hammer clicked.

There was no fire.

There was no sound, just a click.

Your eyes widened in disbelief and you pushed the barrel out on your revolver.

There was nothing.

There was no ammo.

You were all shot out. You summed up quickly what you used your bullets on and it added up correctly.

Two in The 96th Street Station on the cops.

One on the Baseball Fury in the park.

Then the final three back at Union Square when Luther started chasing you.

That was it, all six bullets were gone and used. You'd completely forgotten about the contents and Swan had no idea that you were all out. To Swan's last recall, you still had some shots left.

Swan watched you through his fingers at what little vision he had from the sand in his eyes and could tell that you were livid. You turned back to Swan with your foot still on Luther's chest and it made you even angrier. The little bastard should have been dead by now and he was still breathing under your boot.

"Ohh, ain't that a shame?" Luther snickered.