19 Hesd Show Them Whose Stupid (2/2)

Thug 'C' pulled his arm back to swing another punch while Thug A stepped behind. At least this point Luke was furious. His movements while normally cool and calculative, where now closer to being instinctual. His senses were somewhat dulled by the alcohol but not quite enough to take the edge off his temperament. There was no pausing this time. No strategizing. These two men were going to go down in a bloody messy battle and Luke was going to see to it.

As the two men attempted to tag team him he side stepped their punches landing solidly in one anothers jaw. Luke's elbow came up briefly before it crashed down on Thug A with with enough force shatter the vertebrae in the upper portion of his neck. Thug A slumped to the ground with Luke standing over him, his foot coming down on his skull to finish the job.

By this point, Thug C was speechless. He looked at his two lifeless comrades and debated. Should he run or should he fight. This was the question. In reality the safe option would have been for him to flee. His pride as man though was at steak. If he couldn't take out one measly little punk he would be the laughing stock of the town.

Thug C took a deep breath and sealed his fate.

The man stepped forward one more time. His right arm came out in a punch. It was unfortunate for him though that Luke was small and because he was small, he was also quick. Luke didn't need to strategize too much to see man's intentions. His killing intent was in his eyes. Luke sidestepped again, this time to the left, and coming up behind the man jammed his elbow into his back. Not just once but in three seperate places successively. Once in the kidneys, once in his spleen and once in his middle back near his liver.

Thug C was now sputtering blood, doubled over in pain. His eyes blurred in front of him. The world spun. Then went completely black.

Luke had just landed the finishing blow with a kick to his lower back to sever his spinal column when he noticed the other men in the bar were crowding in. Not a single one of them happy that this cocky young punk had taken out three of their friends in less than twenty minutes.

The crowd was surging and Luke smirked. Adrenaline was rushing in his veins as he took up a defensive stance. He was ready to fight.

Somewhere off to the left of the bar Cage had been watching. At first in amusement, then in horror as Luke had single handedly taken out all three men. Not just that, he did it in the fastest yet cruelest way possible. He looked at the heap of men laying on the floor seeing heir broken bones and bloodied noses with a sigh. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he made a call, uncertain if he should interrupt the fight or let them duke it out.

”Yeah Boss. It's about your new friend. I think we might have a situation”

”How bad is it?” came the voice on the other line.

”Well, he took out three men at the start. Single handedly even.”

There was a pause.

”What aren't you telling me?” Came the angry reply. Hunter hated secrets. He could tell Cage was holding something back.

”Well, it looks like it might be getting alot bigger than just the three...And the kid is drunk”

Cage had been reluctant to mention that. Hunter was a lot of things. Everyone knew he could be down right cruel but the one thing he never did, was involve women in his battles. It was partly because he couldn't trust them but also because a part of him could stand the thought of them getting hurt.

Luke was a different breed though. He wasn't sure where his boss stood in that regard. Girl or not.

”Boss..whats your order?” He finally asked.

”I'm on my way, for now, let her duke it out. She started it, let her finish it.”

Hunter hadn't bothered to say goodbye. He just hung up the phone and headed out to meet Cage.

On the way down to the main floor though he came across Charlie.

Dammit. This night just couldn't get any better.