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I know I'm outnumbered but it doesn't mean I'll not fight till I die.The alley is quite on inside of the road and no one is usually around here. Noting there are less chances of someone else finding me and getting help. Or even find me.
Lucky for me I'd my knife with me. One but it would do. I can always take theirs from their vast collection.
"Surrender yourself and just come with us." says a person who's too bored to be here in a weird pronunciation. Seems like their boss doesn't know much English.
"Huh ! What's the fun in that ! Just start.. " That glinty eyed blood thirsty monster exclaimed, narrowing his eyes at so assumed boss.
The assumed boss just rolls his eyes and ignored him. Monster grumbles under his breath, no doubt cursing his boss.
Assumed boss, raises his eyebrows at me and then for a second, his eyes goes towards my assets. To answer that, I take out my knife and kept it in front of me in a way that blocks his view. He smirks and then walks two steps back while roaring, "Stepfen"
My eyes shift to the supposed Stephan. He didn't looked Italian and I wonder why. But whatever. He along with three men behind him come towards me, sprinting, knives shining in their hands.
I try to remember all the training I'd undergone and made a defensive stance. Ready.
Stephan came first to me and took the first strike directly on my abdomen. I sidestepped on the right moment and grabbed his wrist and twisted it. He yelled in pain but I didn't gave him much time and countered with a jab at his head by my elbow and kicked him aside.
I swiftly faced myself with other two and found them shifting from one foot to another, trying to gauge my actions. I doing the same.
They both looked at one another and with a knowing glance, they came at me together. Big mistake. I like it a lot.
They both had arms ready to attack me. I ducked low and got on ground and pulled them by legs, making them loose their balance by my weight and fall. I immediately brought my knife on one's chest twice and took another's knife from him and stabbed him in between thighs. Both groaned which satisfied me to another level. Both clutched their injured parts and looked at me with not so good intentions.
I've same thoughts..don't worry
I walked away from them and stood in a position that I can watch all of them. That blood thirsty person was smirking with a huge grin on his face. I was worried for him. He was one monster. Other all had evil intentions I've no doubt what.
I could feel my heart pounding, but adrenaline sharpened my focus. Holding my ground, I gave them a hard look, brows raised, daring them to come closer.
"Who's next?" I taunted, my voice steady, masking the intensity of the fight ahead.
The boss just waved his hand and people came forward. My next three attackers circled, clearly more cautious now. I looked at them closely, trying to find weakness I can abuse.One had a huge cut on his left side of the face, eyes glinting with malice. A quick sweep over him and I couldn't find anything. I looked at another. He had crooked nose. I didn't find anything else for weakness than noticing his left hand was shaky. Nothing much. The third one was difficult. He was wearing mask and full leather. But I did notice his legs were misaligned. Hmm.. intresting.
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