>>6137007Making your choice you charge at the readied man, only to pivot on your heel. Your course changed to the back of Adams’s opponent. Putting you back into the swing you cleave into his side, feeling the resistance of bone. Swept off his feet Adam’s opponent collapses holding his side. A mixture of gasping and groaning are the only signs of fight left in him.
Behind you, your opponent charges aiming for the back of your head. You respond by holding your tire iron above your head, but before the blow can land Adam springs to action. Running with his stance low he tackles the man to the ground.
Wasting no time blow after blow connected to the face. Firmly locked in place all your opponent could do was raise his arms, eventually caving in. The percussion of fist and flesh mixing with the labored breathing marked an end to the fight. Adam rises and brushes himself off.
“Fuck, that guy got lucky.” He points to the one still clutching his side.
“…But good shit Kelly, you big for a reason after all.” He sits on the ground, gathering his breath.
“Thanks, I’ll go talk to the owner.” You reply.
<span class="mu-i">*Huff*</span> “Yeah, you do that…”
Bell ringing once more you enter the shop to look for the owner. Not seeing him at the cashier still you wander about. Looking results in you finding an “Employee Only” door being open.
“Cole!? We had some problems but we handed them, might want to call to the PD to clean them off your lot.”
No response.
“Hello? Cole you back there?”
As you get a feeling down your spine.
<span class="mu-r">Something isnt right.</span>
The sound of paper flipping in the wind grows louder with each step you take, and a static energy fills the air.
What will you do?
>Wait, you aren’t being paid to be nosy.>Go into the room. 