Can't Fight This.....

Task 4: Battle

ARIANA'S POV

I walk to the middle of the street on Broadway, with the gang trailing behind me.

Victoria and a few others stand in front of me.

"Well, if I had known that Styles wouldn't show up, I could've saved the trouble of bringing my gang, and just kicked your asses by myself." I grin at them, and Tori glares.

"Don't flatter yourself, Grande." Harry speaks, coming out of an alley with the rest of his gang.

"So nice of you to grace us with your presence." I tell him.

"Can we just cut the bullshit?" Taylor says, and I hold up a hand to silence him.

"I agree with Taylor. You have what we want, and we have what you want." Harry states. "Hand her over."

"I'm not giving anything to you until I see her." I tell him.

"Fine. Boys." Harry commands, as they push her forward, and she stumbles.

"Miley." Alexa calls, and Cyrus runs over to her.

"Well, Grande?" Harry questions.

"Boys, give her to 'em." I order, and they send Selena over to Harry.

"Good to see you, Gomez." He mutters, and she nods in response.

"Well, this has proved to be unsatisfactory." I say.

"Well, you know what they say. Great minds think alike." Harry grins.

"I'll have to disagree with you on that. Every once in a while, an idiot says something smart. And the idiot here is you." I chuckle lightly.

We both step forward, and I throw back at my team, "Pumas, wait for my command." We meet in the middle of the gangs, face to face.

"Well, Styles? Are your bitches gonna do something?" I question.

"As soon as I feel provoked, yeah." He answers.

I bring my hand up to face, running my nails across his cheek.

"Feel provoked yet?" I ask, tilting my head slightly to the side.

"A little bit." He smirks.

"Good enough for me. Pumas," I imitate claws with my nails. "Pounce."

All at once, the two gangs charge at each other, everyone going to their exact opponent.

Harry takes a swipe at my feet, but I jump over his legs.

I take a swing at his face, but he blocks it. I swing again, and end with the same result.

He grabs my wrist, but I'm quick to contort my body, and end up flipping him onto his back, knocking the air out of his lungs. I place my foot flat across his chest to prevent him from getting up.

I take a look at the others just to make sure that we're beating their asses. Liz is not giving her girl a break, as she kicks her down onto the ground. The girl, obviously fearful of her life pulls out her pistol, and misfires.

Nonetheless, as soon as the gunshot is heard, I hear the familiar sound of the Pumas cocking their guns. Always poised and ready so that once a shot is fired, they can take the person out. That's how Pumas are trained. It's worked into their brains to the point where it's an instinct.

"Pumas! Ready and aim!" Taylor yells out, and, besides Lexie of course, they listen to him. Oh hell no.

"Taylor, I call the shots!" I remind him, and he gives me an irritated look.