“Go train,” said Owen. “You’re acting like I know this place.” Ash crossed his arms. “Oh yea, what do you want to train?” 

“What do you have?” Ash replied.

Owen grabbed Ash by the hip and showed him around. The place had 4 rooms, the entrance was the fighting room, where you get trained to fight. The 2nd room was gun training, THEY ARE USING GUNS! DAMN! The 3rd room was an average gym. The 4th room was knife combat, my best. 

“Have you chosen yet?” Owen asked. “Yeah, knife fighting.” Ash looked at Owen, his face was a little surprised. 

“ What’s wrong?” Ash asked. “Are you sure you want to learn that first?” Owen replied worriedly and surprised. “Learn? I want a battle right now.” Ash replied bravely.

Owen didn't say anything, “Do you know how to fight with a knife?” I asked. “Yes, why? You want to battle with me don't you?”

Ash smirked at Owen. 

Owen and I walked to the room with eyes following us. Everyone knew the new guy would lose to their boss miserably. 

Milan was excited for the show. 

Owen and Ash tied up their long hair. Owen was on the left side of the room while Ash was on the right. Milan stepped in the middle of them both. They both held their knives.

 Owen held a normal combat knife, but Ash held a kitchen knife?

“Alright!” MIlan shouted. “Are you ready?” 

The 2 nodded both their heads. 

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It began. 

Ash ran towards Owen preparing to stab but Owen blocked him with his knife. Owen took a step back.

 ‘He is good’ he thought to himself. 

It isn’t the end of the fight yet, now it is Owen’s turn to charge first. 

Owen ran up Ash, his knife fling across his head but Ash ducked, yet Owen hit another strike on Ash. He fell back on to the ground with his knife flying away.

The only way to win this fight is if someone surrenders or gets a scratch on their chest.

It was the perfect moment for Owen to strike, and he did but Ash was still on the ground, as Owen ran he used his foot to kick Owen’s feet and fall onto the ground. But Owen still had his knife so he still had a chance, while Ash didn't.

Owen turns and has one of his knees on Ash’s stomach. Ash didn't have any chance of winning at that point but he didn't give up. Ash grabbed onto Owen’s knife, and spun him off of his stomach. Ash had one of his hands on Owen’s neck.

Ash held the knife right in front of Owen’s chest. He lifted up the knife and scratched through Owen’s shit but not his skin. 

Ash won. 

Sound of clapping started filling the air. Everyone was surprised, the newbie won over their boss.

They both stood up. 

Ash grabbed his knife. “I’m sorry about your shirt,” he said. “Dont worry about it, it’s only a few bucks. Good thing I brought extras.” Owen smiled a bit “Also, do you do knife fighting a lot?” 

“Yea, quite.” Ash put a hand on his neck. “Is that your night job?” Owen asked.

“Yes actually.”

“What type of job is it?” 

“Uhh, I can't tell you!” Ash quickly walked past Owen.

‘What was I thinking? You told him you were hired to kill’ Ash thought to himself as he sat in the corner of the gym room.

Owen was there too, he followed Ash into the room but didn’t want to disturb him. So Owen decided to train there for now.