Whiskey, enjoying the drink of the same name handed to him by Hogsten

“I gotta tell you, it’s so nice have drinks given to you instead of giving to other people.”

Hogsten, sipping his cocktail

“That’s why I got into this business. You should have seen me when I was alive.”

Whiskey, happy and ecstatic

“Getting rid of that bitch was the best decision ever.”

Hogsten

“Normally I don’t invoke turning on your own crew but fucking hell you deserve a..........flying cage filled with dynamite?”

Whiskey, raised eyebrow

“Why would I need a..........oh no”

They both jumped out of the way as the cage hit the wall like a wrecking ball. But before they got on their feet, the dynamite set off and the whole section exploded in glorious inferno. The explosion had enough power to blow a hole in the wall. Whiskey and Hogsten could see inside the flames the man who made the carnage as he grinned and cracked his knuckles.

Drake

“Hope were planning on renovating.”

Hogsten and Whiskey both gave him snarling looks. Hogsten had his nose filled with steam as he pointed at him and turned to his men.

“Waste this prick.”

Drake looked over at the Witch who was hiding behind a box

“That force field could come in handy right now.”

The witch, touching her fingers tips while averting her eyes.

“Here’s the thing. I used up most of my magic in the fight sooooooo.”

Bullets were flying. But before any of them could even graze his horns. Drake immediately grabbed metal table and flipped it so he could use it as cover. Luckily it was strong enough as the bullets created sparks while bouncing off it. Drake sat down with his back against the cover while he sat next to the Witch.

Drake, annoyed, while the sound of bullets against metal was almost deafening.

“That would have been nice information beforehand!”

Witch, Argued back at him

“Well excuse me muscle man, I assumed you were capable of handling it all by yourself.”

Drake

“Well you know what they say about those who assume. Fuck it plan B.”

Drake got up and his arms hardened in scale armour gauntlets like in the fight with the witch. He covered his face and chest as the arms were able to stop the bullets from piercing his skin. With a furious kick. Drake sent the table in bullet like speed. Smashing the shooters and sending them flying like bowling pins. More men with guns came and Drake had to improvise. He turned and saw an old abandoned old rusted bus. He rushed towards it and gripped it with his bare hands. His gingers drugged deep in the metal alloy. With all his might, he tossed the bus like a spear and sent flying towards the shooters. The crash nearly knocked them all. But most of the pieces that broke part were tossed aside by the strength of Hogsten in his monster form again. His muscles grew as they ripped his suit and was towering over Drake as he was now few feet taller than him.

Drake, looking up with a smirk on his face

“You think I’m scared just because you used up some steroids?”

Hogsten, with a huff from the comment.

“Ain’t nothing fake about this. But you’ll learn soon enough. Like right now.”

Both fighter swung their fists and collided. The force of the knuckles clashing was enough to blow away glass and stone around them. Drake could feel his muscle tense as he tries not to let the giant pig man tumble him down. But this was not his first rodeo and he’s fought tougher bastards than him so he was more than confident enough to know this fight was in his favour.

The witch on the other hand, not so much. She is approached by three men holding rifles ready to fire. With Whiskey in front. Still holding the drink of his namesake.

Whiskey, Grinning menacingly.

“You can’t use your magic now so why don’t you go back to your little cage, “Miss”?

The witch snarled

“I still have more then enough for you. You couldn’t even handle a shot of absinthe.”

Whiskey, eye twitching in anger

“Well, you did drove me to the edge. And now the debt is due.”

The Witch clasped her hands, in a desperate attempt to summon whatever magical power she had left. Whiskey could only chuckle watching her look as if she was about to take a dump. Then suddenly between her palms something was glowing. What popped into existence was a tiny purple glowing knife.

Whiskey, chuckling at the sight.

“Really? That’s it?”

The witch smiled as the knife floated above her hand.

“Don’t you know? It’s not the size but how you use it.”

With a flick of her wrist the knife was suddenly flying faster than light as it fly around like a bullet that could change directions. Before the men could pull the trigger the knife had already sliced the guns in half. Another flick and the knife slashed the men, tearing their suits and ties before they hit the ground. Whiskey pulled out a gun but that too was already in pieces.

The witch walked up to him slowly in her signature catwalk.

“There’s fighting hard and then there’s fighting smart. I had to do both to survive. You on the other hand couldn’t do both. Any last words?”

Whiskey grit his teeth and clenched his hand.

“You think I’m going to beg for you? You think I’m going to take back everything I said? I meant every word. And someday I will make you pay for everything you put me through. Even if I die trying!”

Whiskey threw his glass at her. The alcohol splashed all over her dress and hair and it was mess once again.

The witch, couldn’t believe her hair was a mess again.

“Are you serious?!”

But her eyes were also burning from the strength of the alcohol. But by the time she rubbed her eyes to clear her vision. Whiskey was already gone.

Drake blocked Hogsten punch. For some reason. None of the henchmen working for him had any interest in interfering with the fight. Probably out of respect for the sportsmanship of the brawl. He punch pushed him back a few feet but he shrugged it off and charged a straight punch that his his nose. He snarls unsurprisingly. Which only made drake smile with his fists still up.

Hogsten charged at him and leapt for a lunge attack. But instead stead of blocking the first punch. Drake steps in and lets him hit his forehead. Hogsten’s arm broke in two places and his knuckles crack and his fingers bent. Even his shoulder got dislocated and all he could do was scream in pain. Drake got dizzy for a moment but shook his head. He leapt behind hogsten, grabbed his by the waist with both arms like a bear hug and did a German suplex that might as well have torpedoed his head towards the ground as it shattered the floor around them like glass. Hogsten could feel he was in an entire new plane of existence in pain. He opened his eyes and saw drake towering over him. But was shocked to see drake also holding a bus above his head.

Hogsten, slurring words from dizziness and pain

“What is it with you and picking things up to put them back down?”

Drake, with a smug in his face

“You don’t got to gym much do you?”

And with that he slams the old bus on him like a hammer to a nail so hard the bus bent and broke apart like paper machete. Drake could see all the metal bits flying in the air and saw hogsten completely out cold. It was official, he was down for the count.

The witch, after walking to his side to see the damage.

“Not bad, a bit borish but that’s to be expected.”

Drake, in an annoyed tone

“Oh fuck you like you could’ve done any different. And thanks for backing me up by the way.”

The witch, responding while waving her hair to display superiority

“Queens don’t involve themselves with the grunt work of their subordinates.”

Drake, pointing to his right.

“Oh you wish I’d take orders from you. But as much as I would like to continue bickering we’ve got company.”

More gangster that whiskey called stormed in the warehouse. Rifles already bursting fire. Drake and the Witch flee from the scene as they climb the stairs while dodging bullets. The two stopped by a giant window and drake smashes the glass. There he could see the outer city and the tall ugly buildings in the city of hell. He sees a hook on a rope, grabs it and uses all his strength to throw the hook as far as possible. The hook eventually catches to something and drake picks up a lead pipe. Ready to use it to zip line across.

The Witch, in a panicking manner

“Wait, I don’t have anything to zip across.”

Drake

“Oh yeah you’re right.”

Then he smirks

“So long then.”

Drake makes the first leap and slides across the open air while the metal pipe brushes against the rope as it supports him. He feels the wind on his face and beard but is surprised when he suddenly feels like something latched on to him. He looks down to see the Witch’s whole body holding on to him for her dear life.

Drake, annoyed at the Witch gripping like a Koala.

“Hey, get off of me. This isn’t public transport!”

The Witch, trying not to let go while enraged

“Over my dead body you bastard. How dare you leave me like that?”

Drake

“Let’s be honest, it’s pretty clear at this point you should be used to it by now. “

One of the henchmen looked across the horizon and saw the two sliding. He looks to his side and notices the rope connected. He looks, reaches for his pocket, pulls out a knife and cuts it.

The two felt the rope cut and before they could curse that prick they ended up falling. Both their screams filled the air as the plummet to whatever was below. However when they land. Instead of hitting solid concrete. They hit piles of rubbish and thrown away trash on a dumpster in an alley. Bits of cans and banana peels jumped out from the impact and the two had the grossest fall breaker. After a few seconds of laying in filth, processing what had just happened, the Witch did not waste any time climbing out like it was lava. Drake followed after though not as stressed about it as she was.

The Witch, rubbing as much gunk off her as possible

“Normally I’d be mortified but at this point I’ll take it.”

Drake, taking a banana peel off him.

“I suppose needing a shower is better than a hospital.”

The witch was finally done clearing all the muck out of her was back to her gorgeous self. She took a deep breath and turned to face Drake while maintaining her composure.

The Witch, her eyes closed while in her usual high status attitude.

“I suppose you’re expecting a thank you. But make no mistake I....... “

But when she opened her eyes, drake had already walked away from her without a word. She saw reach the end of the alley and turned around the corner, gone from her sight. She scoffed at his rudeness for a while then sighed and turned away, leaving in her own direction.

Later, during the night. Drake marched towards his home. After timeless walking from street corners and passing by shops. He finally made back to his apartment building. He climbed the usual stairs, passed by the other doors and was about to reach for the knob. But when he turned it, it would not budge. He looked up and saw a sign on the door. It was an eviction notice. Telling him to leave. He looked to his side and saw all his stuff piled on like it was to be thrown away.

He muttered to himself

“Shit.”

The Witch walked along the natural park of the city. Surrounded by trees and plants even though they look like the trees from a dystopia apocalypse with their red colours or burnt up branches. The leaves were still nice though. She dragged her feet across the grass and rocky pavement as she reached for the nearest bench she could find. She laid on the bench, rested her head and the only thing she could for a blanket was an old newspaper. Before she could attempt to sleep she muttered to herself

“Shit.”.