Chapter 6

Even after witnessing the debatable innocent die in front of them the small group refused to give up and unsheathed their weapons the middle aged man pulled out a two handed sword, the Younger behemoth of a man pulled up a giant mace and readied it. He usually preferred to wield his mace with a shield but it would have drawn to much attention so he left it behind, although most people would agree the massive mace he was using would have drawn far more attention. The goons already had their weapons out and had assumed a fighting stance. When they heard a body hitting the floor all of the thugs smiled at the small group.

"Janich now that's done come and join the fun."

"Oh man I think Janich must be really sick! He isn't looking so good."

Big boss man number one immediately turned around at the sound of the familiar voice. On the ground was not Christopher's body but the goon known as Janich with a hole stabbed into his throat. All eyes were drawn to the one everybody assumed would probably die easier then the women who were present.

"Sick!? he was stabbed!"

"Oh my god! who could have done that!?" yelled Christopher while acting surprised he shrugged his shoulders and held a hand to his open mouth while looking around with a shocked expression. "Come to think I only moved here being led to believe this was a safe neighborhood! OOh just let me find the bastard who sold me my home!"

"Are you fucking kidding me? You're holding the damn knife covered in blood!"

Christopher there for a moment the same dumb expression on his face, him and Big Boss man staring each other down in pure silence.

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"He fell on it?"

"Fucking kill him!" 

"Wait wait I don't want any trouble!" Christopher cried out. He began to fumble with the knife a few times before it was sent flying into the neck of the closest man to him. The men who had just been charging all stopped in their tracks their gaze fixed on the knife protruding from their comrades neck. Before anyone even realised Christopher had moved. He was ripping the knife through the mans flesh and took off running again so fast the spray of blood had not yet reached the ground when he was already on top of the next man. There was no longer any trace of the aloof smile that had been displayed across his face. Instead he now had the look of a cold blooded killer.

The hooded girl was completely bewildered by the gore that was now unfolding in front of her. The man who she thought to be the greatest coward she had ever known trying to run away with a stupid look on his face, was now killing her enemies faster then her mind could handle. He continued forward with a look that was terrifyingly cold, if she was not mistaking he had a tiny smile on his face too. 

Having already dispatched three enemies he was closing in on the fourth person. 

"Bastard!" the man shrieked swinging his sword at him. Chris simply ducked the blade and sliced through the mans tendon as he came back up. Having lost control of his hand the sword went flying out of his grip. The man yelled out in agonizing pain and desperately swung his good arm at Chris trying to punch him. He just simply dodged to the side and stabbed the man in the neck. The look of terror and impending death gripped the mans face. Chris then spun him around to face his comrades. The man silently reached out towards his friends wordlessly mouthing at them as blood poured out of him, all the other goons could do was look on completely horrified by what they were witnessing. Christopher then ripped through the mans neck with the blade grabbed hold twisted his head and ripped it clean off his body.

"Holy shit!"

Big Boss man and his goons were very familiar with the battlefield and what living on the streets could be like. This on the other hand was a whole new level of terrifying. The look of terror and pain was still clearly seen on the face of their decapitated comrade. This was a type of shock combat none of them had ever witnessed before.