Uneven Collision.

Out of fury, the lucky gangsters charge at Ryker like a bull at the gate, blinded by the assurance of easy victory.

Hetz, the fastest of them, takes the lead as the six rush towards him with rage, shouting and rumbling like medieval soldiers at war.

Ryker huffs and change his stance instantly, steeling himself ready for the clash.

(With such speed he's approaching, his swaying balance could only allow him to throw either a lead hook or a cross punch)

He predicted.

With the legendary orthodox boxing stance, Ryker takes five quick backwards steps due to the speed with which Hetz lunges furiously towards him,

Ryker watched him closely, and suddenly crouches a little allowing the impacts of his punch wave off over him.

Complementing Hetz ruthless efforts, Ryker deposits a fierce left hook to his ribs that sends an electric wave to his body system.

Followed by a straight sharp jab to his chest, affecting his sternum, Ryker braces himself with two menacing to steps, pummeling Hetz with couple mixed savage punches, and then fatally debilitates him with a wild uppercut.

Hetz balance dissolved, as he wobbled woefully to the ground.

As the other desperate fighter approached him, all launching their attacks at once,

Ryker displayed an astounding level of alertness and evasiveness as he executed his counterattacks.

He clenched his jaws almost throughout, swerving and bobbing his head to escape directs and higher attacks.

Unfortunately for Ryker, the clash evolves into a more threatening situation than it already is as they grab random objects to use as weapons.

Ferdinand grabs Kyle's stool and aim it for Ryker's head,

With the limited choices of options to explore, Ryker plants himself steadily with his left leg backwards, awaiting the impact.

Mentally, he calculates how many centimeters the nearest weapon available to him is- the drawing board he spotted about 25 centimeters away from his reach.

As the stool lands on him, he meets it with his high guard shell blocking, mitigating the impacts, and in a bid to return Ferdinand's favor, he takes an extensive step backwards, stoops and swivels towards the board.....

[WHACK!!!]

The tempered hardwood wears off instantly on on Ferdinand.

As the full force from the hit, shamefully drive him aside like a puncture soccer ball off the pitch.

As he whacks down Ferdinand, he falls subsequently after him.

.......

Manuel had picked up the wooden tripod easel stand immediately after Ryker plucked the board off it, and in a beastly manner, smacked Ryker down with it.

As a few of the lethargic guys Ryker had beaten to a pulp regain their breath and glucose levels, they start to get up again, though looking quite unwell.

Now, they take their turns on Ryker, hitting and kicking him mercilessly.

Though he manages to get up, his guard is quite weakened and down, and he receives several punches and kicks to the face, ribs, arms, chest, back, thighs, and legs. Ryker is already spitting bloodstained phlegm and spits involuntarily.

But he refuses to fall a second time. Manuel signals for them to hold on as he grabs the weapon that did the magic they could not pull off.

He hits Ryker in the knee pits, and the poor boy falls to his knees.

As Manuel raises the tripod again, aiming for his head, he feels a sharp, loaded kick gravitate onto his neck.

He lurches forward, losing grip of the tripod, and Kyle becomes brazen as he stands up from the rolling breakfall that absorbs the impact of his fall from the heights, achieving the feat of targeting an enemy from the top of a tree and pulling together the courage to jump from up there. Kyle dives forward to grab the tripod wood, rolling forwards on the leaves, causing some interesting rustling sounds.

As he stands on his feet, Manuel, who had picked his balance and turned back at Kyle with a determined, furious countenance, takes the first hit to his face.

As the others rush towards Kyle, Ryker widens his arm and gathers swathes of dried leaves and dirt, lunges forward, and flings it directly into their eyes.

The dirt and leaves hinder their vision, giving Kyle enough time to act. He swings the tripod with all his strength, landing a blow to Manuel's ribcage.

The others, blinded by the dirt, stumble around, disoriented.

As Ryker and Kyle stood up to their heights, towering over them all, Ryker approached Manuel with a bully scowl on his face but Manuel pleaded for his mercy, and Ryker turned away from him.

Only to return like a charging bull and kick Manuel hard in the face, trampling on his chest and belly as he cursed him.

At last, they fled sickly away from the area, leaving their bikes behind.

As the hoodlums took to their heels,

Kyle turned to face Ryker with a resentful look.

"Now what?" He asked.

"Bruh, you know I said it, I don't think I'd love the prospect of having you around.

All you good at is conflict.

The last time we see each other, it was marked by a conflict, and now that you chose to drift out of the blue towards my ever peaceful humble abode, it's another.... I can't even call this a conflict, far worse!!!"

Kyle glowered at him.

Ryker walked up to Kyle,

"You don't know jackshit bruh..." He said, then pursed his lips and looked away.

He brought back his gaze to meet Kyle's again, and stretched his hand,

"You think I want this?

No, wait... who the hell in their right mind would gladly wake up and seek out this?!"

He said with heavy sadness heaping up his chest, pointing to the bruises on his body, his torn and stained clothes, the peppering cut on his face and his swollen lips.

"And I honestly do not know... they were after me, wouldn't have led them here.

Apart from my personal disputes with the Vectors, you know they and the Emperors are constant enemies."

"And now that they learn about what happened to the Emperors, the absence of Jude especially, will motivate them to bully and beat up any Emperor's members they catch in a circle..."

Kyle interrupted,

"Well, good for you. That's what you get when you betray and make the only one who could make them pocket their itchy hands run away from town."

He glared at Ryker disdainfully.

Ryker responded.

"You can say that, but you are wrong.

Do you think everyone fears Jude's bullying persona?

Well, I don't, If they do.

But, who doesn't want to stay alive?

You see that operation I went with them, the one you're accusing me of treachery for..."

He brought his head forward, pointing to his chest with his index finger.

"I will admit.

But I'll also admit that if it weren't for the guns they had, including Jude's, I would have chosen to fight them all hand-to-hand rather than acquiesced.

You know that man they went to his house because he caught us, and his son slapped you and me, is just like a grandpa to me.

My dad and I used to visit him frequently, when he was alive.

My dad told me he was an intimate friend of his dad.

I just stopped visiting them since I lost my dad, except an errand or something important took me to their compound.

Now they killed him.

They even shot his only son all in the name of revenge!"

With an annoyed facial expression, Ryker cocked his head sideways, spread his hands with his palms face up and shrugged up his shoulder.

He sighed annoyingly and facepalm himself demonstrating his disgust at the inhumane acts of the Emperors.

Kyle stepped sideways towards his scattered and dismantled instruments, and pointed at the pieces.

"I heard you, but this isn't the Emperors doing now, is it?"

Ryker hesitated before opening his mouth,

"Obviously not. and not mine either.

You were present here. You saw the Vectors did it."

"Seriously?

You forgot where I was...?" Kyle frowned and pointed upwards "I was up there, I saw you grabbed my board like a maniac and... Oh jeez!

Like, what the hell man?!"

Johnny Reigns

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