He let out a high pitched shriek. "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAH". His finger landed on the shoulder of one of his comrades, who looked at it in disgust and quickly swatted it off of him and started flailing his hands.
"EW IT TOUCHED ME!" The Blood Bike Demon said. "Yuck, yuck." the finger landed on someone else, and each person would swipe it away in disgust. Kenny was on the ground watching his finger bounce away in horror.
"You assholes", Kenny shrieked. "That's my god damn finger!! Stop smackin it around!!!" Everyone stopped their panicking and the finger laid peacefully on the floor. Ryoshi smirked at this sight.
"Don't worry, it was a clean cut," Ryoshi said. "Now I trust there won't be any more interruptions." The crowd went quiet. The only activity was that of the medic girls from earlier running over placing the crying Kenny on a stretcher and his finger onto a smaller stretcher. Emi started scanning the stadium.
"Where the hell did that come from?" She asked.
"Over there." Hector pointed at a figure walking down the stands. He was relatively short, pale-faced with tired eyes and had a striped scarf wrapped around his neck, covering his mouth. His dark hair was messy, like he had just gotten out of bed.
"He's so far away though", Emi said. "How did he manage to hit him?"
"Her lieutenants are crazy strong", Hector responded. "I hear he has some kind of psychic abilities."
"What? That's insane." Emi said. "I've only heard rumors of that being a thing. I didn't think that was actually real." While Emi was grappling with this revelation, Ryoshi turned her attention towards her lieutenant.
"Good job Rictor," Ryoshi said. "I would have appreciated if you shut him up sooner though." Rictor just rubbed his eyes and groaned.
"Sorry boss", Rictor said unenthusiastically. "Can we get this over with." He started shuffling cards from one hand to the other over his head monotonously as he made his way down to the arena. "I want to take a nap," he drawled on.
"Just be ready Rictor," Ryoshi replied. Rictor just sighed and put the cards in his pocket.
"Sure thing boss." He responded. Ryoshi moved to address the crowd again.
"Listen up, I'm in charge here now and there's going to be some changes in this degenerate school! This place lacks order. There are going to be many changes. First off, this barbaric fight club is hereby shut down."
Marcus and Gustavo, who were both stuffed after having eaten so much, exchanged surprised looks.
"What did she just say?" Gustavo said perplexed. "She's trying to run us out of our operation. That little c-".
"We can fix this,'' Marcus said while putting a comforting arm on his shoulder. "It's going to be risky though." Gustavo looked at him nervously.
"You don't mean..." Marcus just nodded his head at Gustavo.
"It's our best shot at getting out of this." Gustavo sank into the leather upholstered chair and started tearing up.
"But I love this room." Gustavo sobbed. "Why do we have to do this. This isn't the first time someone's tried to muscle in on our business. Why can't we just take her on?"
"This isn't like those other ruffians, my dear Gustavo. This harlot is experienced." He looked down at the still unconscious Ronaldo underneath the metal net on the cracked arena surface. "And I have a feeling we're going to need some outside help."
"Ugh, I suppose you're right," Gustavo said reluctantly. "I'm going to miss this room." Gustavo took the details of the velvet room with tears welling up in his eyes. The various cubist artwork on the wall, pictures of Gustavo and Marcus posing with various fighters, the open concept kitchen area with jars of fresh spices, herbs, different kinds of flour. The neatly laid out Italian furniture, surround sound speakers hooked up to the vinyl record player.
"Look at me, Gustavo." Marcus took Gustavo's face in his hand and wiped away a tear that had escaped his eye and kissed his forehead. "We're gonna get this place back. This is just a temporary set back." He turned towards Jacque. "Jacque, make the preparations."
"Oui monsieur," Jacque said as he bowed. Marcus and Gustavo stood tall, proud and ready.
Meanwhile, Emi and Hector looked down at the arena not knowing what to do.
"Jeez. I was just here on assignment." Emi sighed. "I hate these bathroom fights. What are we supposed to do now." Hector stood up and rested his cricket bat on his shoulder with a fierce gaze in his eye.
"Ima rush em," he said with utter confidence. "When you see an opportunity, grab Ronaldo and run. I'll hold em off as long as I can." Then he flashed a grin at Emi. She had a dumbfounded expression on her face as she said.
"Are you bein serious right now you meathead?" Emi said shocked. "That guy with the cards took off a dudes finger. How are you gonna get close?" Hector just looked off in the distance and balled his hand into a fist.
"With..." He paused for a moment. "The spirit of manliness."
"We're doomed," Emi said.
Ryoshi noticed Hector's bald head from where she was standing and turned her attention towards him.
"Oh, Hector. Didn't recognize you for a second." Chills went up Hector's spine when he heard her voice. All manly bravery had completely evaporated from his being. "I see you've turned traitor. That's too bad. You had so much potential. Rictor?"
"Ugh. Where do you want me to hit him." Rictor pulled a few cards from his pocket.
"Just ensure that he can't walk for a while," Ryoshi said.
"Easy enough." Rictor started to arch his hand back getting ready to throw the cards. Emi's and Hector's eyes widened in terror.
"We're screwed," Emi said. Just as she said that, her phone buzzed. She looked at her phone and saw a text from Marcus. Cover your ears ;). "What the-". Right before the cards were about to leave Rictor's hands, a fiery explosion tore apart the velvet room sending small shards of glass and debris in every direction.
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