That is enough."
All the surviving Mafiosi turned their heads to stare at the newcomer with shivers running down their backs. They hadn't seen the boy arrive and didn't expect to be interrupted. The leader vaguely remembered the kid as one of the two who had delivered their guns an ammo. But the thing walking towards him at a steady pace was way too different. Though he hadn't been as terrified as one could have thought, the boy had been meek and obeyed without protest, unlike the threat that was halfway in front of him.
Humans didn't have glowing sunset orange eyes that seemed to judge you for your sins and fire on their heads -though he vaguely recalled a story about how those affiliated with Vongola could use colored fire powers. But that had merely been a rumor, one of the many exaggerating the might of the still most powerful Famiglia. And not one of the most believable ones. It sounded like a TV show for kids. The thing in front of him was real.
The brunet opened his mouth to speak again. "You will release that boy without further harm, or you will have to face us." The voice was still eerily calm. The Mafiosi would rather have him scream.
From the shadows another figure emerged. There was the other kid, the bloodthirsty one, recalled the leader. The raven looked a bit surprised to be honest, but quickly went to stand besides his friends, tonfas flashing out of his jacket.
Another few steps and the monster would be on him. They had to act, and fast. The leader straightened his arm, who had faltered when the thing appeared. His gun was once again in the silveret's face. He had 16 men still standing and able to fight. That should be enough to put the monster and his friends down, now that they had a hostage.
"Y-you take one more step and I blow his brains out!" threatened the boss. His subordinates moved to protect him and kill the thing.
The monster paused, his eyes staring straight into the boss'. That was just terrifying and he couldn't help the shivers that raked his body. The thing spoke. "I see you refuse to let go. So be it, you were fairly warned."
The thugs barely had time to register the words before a flash of orange fire struck through their defense and hit their boss in the arm and stomach. The man was sent flying to the opposite wall where he crashed loudly. He had had no time to shoot.
Hayato was staring at the figure in front of him, the one who saved his life. He barely recognized the brunet as Tsuna, the weird civilian who said he could escape and called him a friend. Apparently, his skills were as he had said, and the silveret couldn't help but hope that he also said the truth for the second part.
It took a few seconds for the henchmen to regain their bearings and begin attacking. Tsunayoshi took the arm of the stunned silveret and pulled him to safety. He had no doubt Kyoya could take care of the thugs on his own without trouble. He had grown very proficient with infusing his purple -Cloud- flames in his tonfas to increase their potency. The remaining Mafiosi were all injured in some way, they didn't stand a chance.
The 'fight' -one-sided massacre would be more appropriate- lasted a dozen minutes. The raven child barely had a scratch and the others were all on the floor, still breathing, but heavily wounded.
Tsuna, who was still in his strangely calm state, left Hayato's side to talk with the Mafioso boss. He was hunched against a wall but was still conscious. His right arm was oddly crooked and he couldn't fight back anymore. "You will leave Hayato alone." Stated the brunet. It went without saying that this was not a suggestion. "And you will never speak a word of what happened here to a soul. We never met. Understood?" The boss nodded frantically. Anything to be away from the monster. "Good."
