The Peacekeepers

Part Two; Chapter Twenty-Nine

Crimson

I take my stance as he takes his. He copies Ren's style. It disgusts me to even see him take the stance of a man I respect as much as Ren.

Everyone is silent. The fire is either been put out or has burned itself out. I keep eye contact with him just as he does me, knowing that the moment one of us blinks or shifts their gaze it'll be like a starting gun. I hear only one sound apart from the wind and the breathing of each individual there and that's Sheamas groaning; regaining his consciousness. I gotta tune him out.

"Wha-What the Hell happened?" I hear a groggy Sheamas say. His vision is blurred but he's able to make out me and Crimson. He's fine, or rather he'll live anyway. I screw up bad. My gaze shifts to Alice and Sheamas. Sheamas sees me do it.

"Everyone needs to get the Hell outta here! We're distracting him! Go now!" He barks at the people. Thanks Irishman. I owe ya one. Now, let's not waste any more time.

At seemingly the same time we dragged a foot across the ground. I twisted my hips and lifted my leg up toward him. We both yelled as our strikes cut through the air and our shins bounce off each other. I felt the strength behind that impact. He's confident. This is gonna be one Hell of a fight.

We recover then go back at it. The heel of his hand heads toward my face. I duck then try to strike his gut but my punch gets kicked out of the way. I sway back from a straight kick to my face and reenter my stance. He lunges toward me and throws another series of jabs at my face. He's greatly underestimated me. I dodge every single one of his punches. I admire his strength and speed. I'm excited to fight someone like him.

We started trading blows again. We threw so many punches and kicks. It was a literal blur of punches, kicks, swaying, blocking and more striking. We're fighting on even ground. Neither of us can get the upper hand.

We both took a step back, then a step forward with our fists reared back. I went for a strong straight punch to his face but our fists collided. Shockwaves went up my arm. Neither of us drop our fists.

We jump away in unison into our respective stances. We need to quit screwing around. I crack a smile. So does Crimson.

"Stop holding back Crimson! I know you're not this slow or weak. Don't take me for the average person. I'm anything but average. If this is a fight to the death... Then show it to me."

Our smiles disappear in a instant. He cracks his neck then glares into my eyes. I see the killer now. The real killer. No more holding back. Not any longer. I have to end this now!

This guy's reign of terror ends now...